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The scene was set.
One piece was moving.
The other…oblivious to what was going on outside of his genius reporter brain and the laptop he was madly typing away at in front of him on the coffee table.
Iris West sat a short distance away at the island table, trying to figure out how to proceed.
She was already wearing a snug-fitting mini-dress that accentuated her best features. The dress stopped mid-thigh to display her long legs. It also has a soft v neck that peeked into her cleavage. Her shoulder-length hair was tied up in a high ponytail, exposing her neck to him as tendrils of dark hair floated around her face. She also wore high heels, her three-inch ones that drove him insane.
And yet, for all her efforts, Barry Allen was solely absorbed in his most recent assignment from Professor Bridge’s journalism class for seniors – Journalism 3.0, which apparently prepared one to be seen as someone to be taken seriously rather than just another millennial with a big dose of gumption.
She’d met the guy. He was an ass. So, he won the Pulitzer more than once. So what? She’d never seen her boyfriend so scared or intimidated by a teacher. Just about all the teachers he’d had since she met him had adored him. There was no misunderstanding why. He was a nerdy teacher’s pet who always gave 110% on every assignment, and everything in life he interacted with to be honest.
Up until the last month, that had included her.
She supposed she couldn’t blame him. Assignments were piling up as the end of their senior year approached. Barry wasn’t just deep in projects and exams for his college classes. He also had story upon story to be written for his internship at CCPN. Meanwhile, Iris had completed most of her assignments and was mostly focused on the acting classes she took on the weekends and her waitressing job at CC Jitters.
And Barry. Who she was solely focused on right now. Mostly because she needed to get laid, badly, but also because his nerdy get-up of a plaid button down underneath a sweater vest had become a turn-on with her since being with Barry, and he wore it flawlessly almost every day, including right now.
Besides, today in her acting class, they’d begun to study the art of seduction and how to portray it in theater, TV and film. What better time than now to show off what she had learned?
Throwing the possibility of rejection out the window, she summoned her courage and hopped off the bar stool to approach her boyfriend.
“Barry,” she announced, coming to stand in front of him.
He was so lost in thought, typing away madly, that he didn’t even seem to register her voice as it hovered in the air above him.
“Barry!” she barked, and that got a delayed “Hmm?” out of him.
“Take your fingers off the keyboard,” she said.
That request seemed to surprise him.
He pulled back, and she waited a grand total of five seconds before she slammed the top of the laptop down in front of him. She pushed herself forward with a look of determination glittering in her deep, dark eyes.
“Iris! What are yo-”
“Cock,” she said slowly, deliciously, making him freeze and look up at her.
His face turned bright red, as he met her eyes, and rasped. “What?”
She smirked.
“Cock,” she said again, licking her lips before continuing. “I want yours inside me. Right now.”
He sucked in his breath.
“Iris.”
She straightened, pleased to see his eyes glued to her breasts and then her smooth legs as she did so. She held out her hands to him, and he granted her his. She intertwined their fingers and squeezed tightly for leverage as she climbed over the table and straddled him on the couch, pushing his shoulders back and grounding into his crotch, her eyes never leaving his.
She saw his Adam’s apple bob and knew an almost unbearable sense of satisfaction.
“I think you need a break, Baby,” she purred as she gently grazed his cheek and chin with her fingertips.
“O-Okay,” he agreed, and honestly, the admission made her more certain than ever that the costly acting classes were worth it.
She lowered her lips to his and felt him groan just before his hands landed on her ass and he returned her kiss eagerly. It took her by surprise, but she didn’t hesitate for a second to rise to his level. His hands felt delicious on her body, and his tongue twisting inside of her mouth made her forget her own name.
Minutes passed as they explored each other’s bodies; Barry squeezed her ass cheeks, making her wriggle on top of him and tighten his pants. Iris tangled her fingers in his hair as she rose and fell on his lap, drawing her nails down the back of his scalp. It wasn’t long at all before both grew impatient with the fact that they still had so many clothes on.
Iris had a whole undressing sequence planned in her mind. She’d stand up and slowly, painfully slowly, undress herself in front of him. She’d reveal just a little skin at a time, and then all of it at once. She’d unhook her bra and let it fall to the floor. Then she’d squeeze her breasts and let out a breathy sigh until he couldn’t stand it anymore and he was forced to pull her back on top of him.
But she was horny as hell now, and if the bulge forming underneath her was any indication, so was he. The jeans he was wearing wouldn’t contain him for long.
“Shit, Iris, could you jus-”
Iris focused back on the present and saw he was struggling to pull the hem of her dress up from beneath her sitting bottom. She let out a strained laugh. Yeah, the whole slow undressing thing would have to wait for another time.
“Sorry,” she muttered, and lifted herself up slightly so he could pull the dress up and over her head.
She quickly unlatched her bra and threw it to the side, and Barry wasted no time at all before cradling and then diving head first into her breasts, licking and squeezing and sucking and biting. Chills raced up Iris’ spine, and she held his head to her breasts as she clawed at his scalp again and moved against his crotch.
“Fuck,” he said under his breath and pulled back enough to look into her eyes. “Fuck.”
She laughed again.
“Yeah, that’s what I want to do too.”
His expression suddenly shifted, and she knew what he was about to do before he opened his mouth to do it. She put one finger across his lips and shook her head.
“You can apologize for leaving me celibate later. Fuck me now.”
He nodded and immediately started undressing himself. Iris helped and soon his chest was displayed, and his cock was hard and nestled beneath her. She was so aroused now she could barely stand it.
“You have a condom, right?” he asked.
Her head fell onto his shoulder, and she chuckled.
“Right,” she said, and climbed off his lap to quickly retrieve her purse across the room. Inside it was the one condom she figured they’d need for the occasion, were she to actually be successful using her seduction techniques.
She slipped out of her panties and bent down to put on his condom. She licked his length once and kissed his tip, thrilled and amused when his cock twitched in response and he pushed himself back into the couch, overcome by the pleasure of the brief, erotic touches.
Straddling him again, Iris aligned herself with his erection and slowly guided her body down onto it until she was filled to the hilt. They both moaned simultaneously.
“God, you feel good,” she said on a sigh, her eyes rolling back as she clutched at his shoulders and started to move.
Barry gripped her hips as she rode him, his breathing becoming quick and uneven and sweat beads started to form on his forehead. Iris moaned and started to move faster, eliciting a groan out of him, even as she bent her head to kiss him passionately again.
He held tight to her as he sunk back into the couch, scooching his ass closer to the edge of the couch, so he could fuck up into her too. Iris let out a squeal at the increased thrusts and wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing hotly into his skin.
A loud slap was heard, and Iris realized belatedly that her boyfriend had smacked her ass and was continuing to do so. It rode the line of pain and pleasure and increased her pleasure instantly.
“Fuck, Barry. Barry.”
He growled into her neck and before she knew it, she was on her back on the couch and Barry was ridding himself of his remaining clothing. He wrapped her legs around his waist and then pushed into her again, his arms anchored on either side of her head. Using the leverage of the couch arm to fuck into her harder and faster, Barry moved with seamless furiosity, and Iris knew she’d released some sort of caged animal.
“Can you take it, Baby?” he asked, as he fucked her, sweat dripping down his nose and landing between her breasts. “Can you take how hard I’m fucking you?”
Iris moaned and hung on for dear life.
“God, yes.”
“What?” he asked, leaning close and angling his thrusts slightly upward to give her increased pleasure.
“Yes!” she cried out. “God, yes.”
He smirked, and she knew the hesitant, puppy-dog boy was gone. He was a man now. A daring, skilled, seductive man whose only goal was to give her pleasure.
He reached down between her legs and started to rub her clit as he continued to fuck her.
“Oh, shit, Barry,” she gasped, starting to rise up, but he pushed her back down and rubbed harder. She wiggled furiously beneath him, but he would not subside his movements.
Suddenly, she crested, half her body rising up off the couch as stars filled her eyes. Then slowly she floated back down, only partially aware of him cumming on top of her seconds later, his eyes shut tightly when his orgasm hit.
Then he collapsed, and his head fell between her breasts. She played with his hair gently as she gradually regained her regular breathing and noticed belatedly that he had dozed off.
She chuckled quietly to herself.
Mission successful.