Chapter Text
You’d happened to be at Legend’s New York apartment, dropping off the day’s supply of illegal substances you’d rather not know about. You knew something was up at the way his eyes lit up at the sight of you.
“Beautiful girl. Am I glad to see you!” He exclaimed, practically yanking you in by the arm. Taking the delivery bag from you he ushered you through the lavish entryway to the sitting room. The décor, somehow louder than the polyester atrocity beneath his plush robe. Waving the hand that wasn’t holding the ever-present cigar he indicated for you to sit down. “Do you have anything going on right now?”
Puzzled, you glanced around the room. You’d only been past the foyer a handful of times. There was so much to look at, you didn’t know where to focus first. “Not really, what do you need?” You dragged your eyes away from the fireplace to meet his eyes.
Perched on the edge of the couch cushion, he leaned forward, “I got a visitor in the back that needs some…” he tilted his head to the side and hissed softly through his teeth, “attention.”
“Attention as in…” You were pretty sure you knew what he meant, but you wanted to see if he could spit the words out.
“He’s an old supe. Just got back and…” he sighed, “Really needs a good fucking.”
Old? “And you think I’d be up for that?” Oddly, this wasn’t the first time you’d been asked to “entertain” one of Legend’s guests.
“Just meet him, if you don’t click, you don’t click.” A door slammed somewhere in the hallway behind you. “No pressure. I just really think you’d like each other’s company.”
“I’m not just going to—” Your response was cut off by a sudden gravelly voice behind you.
“That my stuff?”
“Sure is,” Legend tossed the bag you had just brought in over your head where it was caught by a swift hand just outside of your vision. “Soldier Boy, I want you to meet one of my best procurement people. There isn’t anything she can’t get her hands on.”
You turned your head as Soldier Boy himself came into view. Any snarky comment was lost on the way to your mouth. Suddenly dry, you stared at the beautiful green-eyed man before you.
“I can think of something she could get her hands on.” Soldier Boy’s eyes roamed over you, leaving a tingling warmth in their wake. “Call me Ben.”
Swallowing a mouthful of sand, you found your voice, “I’ve heard of you.”
“Yeah?” His eyes flitted towards Legend and then back to you. “Anything interesting?”
“Just that you just got back and that you…”
“Needed to be lubed up?”
“I wasn’t so crass about it.” Legend interjected in mock offense. “I had just gotten far enough to tell her that you were here and that if she was willing to maybe spend some time.”
“You gonna watch?” Soldier Boy raised one eyebrow, cocking his head sideways towards the older man.
“Fuck no. I got 5 bedrooms, pick one. Just not mine. I’m leaving the state.”
That’s how you wound up on all fours in the middle of an exquisite four-post bed with a nightmare of floral décor getting railed from behind by Soldier Boy. His warm hands were tight on your hips as he pistioned his cock in and out. “Good girl,” his rough voice praised. His cock was thick and powerful; splitting you open as he grunted with each thrust. “Fuck, so good.”
His stamina was impressive. But you weren’t about to complain. It had been far too long since you’d had a thorough fucking. You pushed back to meet his hips, reaching down to press your fingers against your clit, moaning when he slapped your hand away.
“Let me,” he grunted, running his fingers over the sensitive nub, making you shudder.
“Oh…fuck, S—” you paused.
He laughed at that, “Ben. I’m off duty.” He curled his body over yours using his free hand to cup one of your breasts. “Call me Ben when I make you cum the first time.”
First time… “Ben,” you whined. His fingers knew all the right pressure points and your orgasm started to surface sooner than you had expected. The tingling warmth radiated outwards, and you had no intention of holding back. “I’m gonna…” Spreading your legs wider, you pressed back, pushing him deeper. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Atta girl,” he responded, quickening his movements over your clit while gently tweaking your nipple. His hips moved slowly, shallow thrusts teasing your core. “What do you need?”
You dropped your head down, arms almost ready to give as the intensity began to coil in your stomach. “Your fingers…keep…doing that with your fingers.”
“Like this?” he teased, increasing his speed and pressure slightly. He pulled his hips back, letting his cock slip from your channel.
Letting out a moan, your arms gave out the same moment he fell to the side and rolled onto his back, pulling you along. Next thing you knew, you were sprawled lewdly over the top of Soldier Boy, his fingers continuing to tighten the coil. Your head fell back over his shoulder, and you felt his lips against the side of your neck, sucking hard. Pleasure zinged hard through you. “Ben!” you cried when he bent his knees and pushed your legs wider.
“Cum for me.” He growled.
Reaching back, you grabbed a fistful of his hair, and the growl that he let out was enough to push you over the edge. Bucking your hips, your orgasm washed over you, the edges of your vision turning white.
Catching your breath a few minutes later, you felt him laugh from below you. “Can I roll over now without dumping you on the floor?”
“Unnnnh.” Lifting your top half, you felt your skin peel away from his chest, the air strikingly cold as you separated. You heard him grunt softly as you moved. With no grace at all, you flopped onto your stomach next to the supe. Small aftershocks were still pulsing in your pussy when a slight moan caught your attention. Opening your eyes, you found him still on his back, one hand under his head, his own eyes closed. You’d think he was asleep until your eyes drifted down his body to his magnificent cock, hard and glistening with your arousal, sliding in and out of his fist. “Need a hand?”
His eyes opened slowly, then he turned his head towards you, “You’re not too tired?”
Pushing yourself up onto your knees, ignoring their slight protest, you shook your head. “Nope. You tired old man?” You took a chance on teasing him.
Arching his eyebrow, he sat up, still fisting his cock. “Clearly you didn’t cum hard enough if you still have enough to sass me.” His eyes glittered an amused green, even though his voice was stern.
Tilting your head in curiosity, you watched as he swung his feet over the side of the bed and moved to stand next to it. Facing you, cock in hand, “Why don’t you put that mouth to better use?”
It didn’t take long for you to crawl across the bed, but you made sure to take your time. You enjoyed the feel of his eyes raking over you as you slowly opened your mouth, stuck out your tongue and waited. When Ben placed the head, heavy and salty against it, you suddenly sucked him in all the way to the root.
“FUCK!” he roared! The sharp crack of flesh on flesh filled the room as he brought his hand down on your ass. You moaned as the sharp pleasure rippled up your spine and began rocking back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of your warm mouth. It wasn’t long before he worked his hand to the back of your head, fisting your hair and stilling you. You obeyed as he pushed his cock into your mouth until your nose was pressed against his body, waited a beat, then slowly pulled back. You realized he was testing your gag reflex. Then his fist tightened, and he spoke, “If it gets to be too much…choke on it.”
You relaxed your throat as Soldier Boy began fucking your mouth in earnest. The grunts and moans of pleasure above you encouraged you to swirl your tongue along the sensitive underside as he moved. You moaned when he reached to grab a handful of your ass. The change in position caused his cock to push more shallowly into you, giving you a chance to turn your head and swirl your tongue over the head. A wordless cry escaped him as his rhythm faltered. You moaned again, bracing on one hand, you reached up to cup his balls.
He came with a roar, going rigid above you while he pulsed hot in your mouth. He stayed deep in your mouth until the swipe of your tongue became too intense. With almost a whine, he staggered backwards. You took that moment to reposition yourself to sit on the edge of the bed. He stood not far from you, chest heaving with deep breaths, knees bent, head down, “You’re too good,” he panted, running his hand over his softening dick and squeezing the base. “I had every intention of fucking that mouth a little longer.” Straightening up, he turned to make the few steps to the nightstand closest to him. You hadn’t realized that the bag you brought earlier had made it into the bedroom with you.
“So what now?” You watched him rummage through it.
He looked down over his shoulder at you, that smug, sexy grin on his face. “Baby, a couple of what you brought me in here, and it’s round two.”
“Guess I’m sticking around,” you lay back on the pillows, making yourself comfortable. Earning a chuckle of approval from the supe.
“Good girl.”