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Marry The Knight	By : Ksennin Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 96995 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Tim stood atop the Time-Warner Building, one more gargoyle on the Gotham skyline, his cape shifting and flowing with the night wind. He only ever took a little joy in looking like a badass—maybe a little more when he was with the Titans, and he dropped out of the ceiling with a plan and a good one-liner, and they all reacted with shock and awe. In Gotham, though, he was about a head shorter than anyone and generally in the same area code as his girlfriend. That would take the winds out of anyone’s sails.
Steph’s voice trilled from his cell-phone. It just looked bad, him holding a smartphone instead of some nifty little earpiece… “So are you done brooding or what? There’s a new store opening at Lakecrest Mall, everything’s going to be fifteen percent off. Cass is really excited.”
“Cass isn’t ‘really excited’ about anything.”
“Not true! There’s Halloween candy, Ariana Grande music…”
Tim sighed. “Listen, Steph, it’s like I said. It’s best if things stay professional. I can’t operate worrying about someone, let alone two.”
“Are you pushing-us-away-for-our-own-good again? God, that is so emo. I thought you were through your emo phase two emo phases ago!”
He raised his voice. “It’s not a phase, Steph! I gotta go, Batman wants me to patrol with someone else.”
“Just whatever you do, don’t start to care about them in any way,” Steph said bitterly. “Might lead to you having normal human interactions with someone.”
“I have normal human interactions with plenty of people!” Tim protested. “Kon. Me and Kon do stuff all the time.”
“Are you getting blowsies from him? Because I could take you being gay, it would actually explain a lot—“
“Goodbye, Steph.”
“Bye Tim, I’ll just be out on patrol myself, doing my duty while also having a valid emotional connection to you. So hard!”
He hung up, tucking the phone into his utility belt, switching to the OS in his visor to check for crimes in the area.
“That your girlfriend?” a voice came from behind him.
Tim swooped around, hand diving for his bo staff, when he saw it was the woman Batman had sent to him. Roxy Rocket, her ride hovering in the air with a muted jet wash he could now discern.
He ignored her question. “You’re pretty stealthy for someone with rocket in your name.”
“I set it to Quiet. Handy when you steal stuff. So you’re Robin, huh? Thought you’d be shorter.”
Didn’t get that a lot. “’Nother Robin. I’m Red Robin.”
“Oh, there’s more than one of you? Just like there are a couple Batgirls?”
“Yeah.”
“So am I a Robin too or do I have to be a Batgirl? I could be Robin Rocket. Keep the alliteration thing going.”
Tim could see impressing the seriousness of their job on her was not going to be done in thirty seconds. He checked his police scanner again. “Hostage situation on Fourth and Ninth. You up for that?”
“As long as we’re not negotiating. I let Betsy here do the talking,” Roxy said with a slap to her mount.
“It’s Two-Face, so no, we’re not negotiating. Follow my lead.” Tim threw out a zip-line and took off, his swing dogged by Roxy following with a strangled thrust from her rocket.
“It okay if I give you a ride? Might be a little faster than the Tarzan thing.”
Tim landed and, gritting his teeth, fired his grapple-gun again. “I’m fine.”
“Suit yourself. I’ll go on ahead. Do some recon.”
“Roxy, wait--!”
***
When Tim got to the crime scene, Roxy was waiting for him, parked on the neighboring rooftop. The flash of police lights surrounding the storefront came up to bathe her in red and blue. “What took you so long?”
Tim landed on an AC unit beside her, crouched. “If he’d seen you, he could’ve executed hostages.”
“Well, he didn’t, hot stuff. Besides, I’m another crook, remember? He’d probably just think I was doing a job nearby.” Roxy chewed on the toothpick in her mouth, which did not much to endear her to Tim. “But don’t lose the attitude, small-fry. I think it’s kinda cute. Little Mormon schoolboy fantasy or something.”
“I’m not a Mormon.”
***
It was a simple deal. Two-Face was holed up in a jeweler’s, the staff and customers held hostage while the police tried to negotiate him from twenty million down to two. Tim had a simple plan. He’d get into position, moving through the air ducts to where the hostages were grouped together. Roxy would burst in and cause a distraction. He’d free the hostages, then leave the mop-up to SWAT. No one dies.
It didn’t go that well.
Tim was crawling through the ceiling when Roxy broke in over the communicator he’d given her. “Two-Face is flipping a coin. He says if it comes up heads, he’s going to kill a hostage.”
“He’s posturing. Were those his exact words?”
“I’m going in.”
“I am in the ceiling.”
“Relax, I could take this guy by myself. His superpower is having scars.”
“Roxy, no—“
Distantly, he heard glass breaking.
Why did Gotham get the crazy women? The Teen Titans were full of smart, capable, sane women—and Ravager. Why couldn’t just one of them have been born in Gotham…?
He triggered his staff, letting its expansion break open the air duct he was in. It came down through the ceiling, spilling him out in a hail of plaster, and he landed in an acrobatic crouch. Roxy was in the center of the store, riding her rocket like it was a bucking bronco. She threw off concussion grenades which pockmarked the store, sending double-masked goons flying, and breaking display cases with their shockwaves. Tim ignored them, making a beeline for the break room where the hostages were locked down. Some gun-toting thugs were in the way. He flung out a pair of discuses that brought them down, darting between their falling bodies to shove himself through the door.
Inside, three goons, armed with crowbars and baseball bats. Why was it only some henchmen carried guns? Was the economy getting so bad that even mooks couldn’t afford to be strapped?
One swung at him. Tim blocked, feeling the reverberation trill up his arms, lanced out with a kick, then was ducking, dodging, as the other two charged in. He rolled across the room’s cheap table, cape sweeping up empty soda cans, and landed—accidentally stepping on a cowering prisoner’s hand. “Sorry,” he said as he kicked the table into the two standing goons. He ricocheted a staff blow between them, then flipped the table with one hand to step in under it, getting close, finishing the pair off with one elbow, one punch. Same arm. The guy he’d kicked at the beginning was rallying, so Tim brought the staff down on his head. He stayed down this time.
“Everyone out!” Tim yelled, leading the hostages out the door. The two henchmen he’d felled with discs were staggering—he tossed a flashbang at their feet to further disorient them before landing two precision finger-strikes, sending them down. The hostages streamed out after them. They knew the score: keep low, move fast.
In the middle of the store, Roxy was a whirling dervish. She spun her rocket around, pumping the jet wash to send a mook flying, then rearing it up so a volley of gunfire from Two-Face only splashed off her heavily-armored undercarriage. Then she hit the afterburner and the rocket careened through the store, bouncing off a wall and crashing through a display case to send glass and jewels flying, knocking out the gunman who’d been taking cover behind it. She flew over Tim’s head, laughing wildly, and he tossed smoke-pellets that he kinda hoped she’d inhale.
Twelve seconds to run to the door. One of those small eternities Tim got. He threw discs at anyone who breathed funny, but it was Roxy who took out Two-Face, side-swiping him with her rocket and crunching him against the wall. It wasn’t that bad. The plaster wall gave more than his body, but a swipe of Roxy’s boot KOed him. Tim hit the sidedoor, kicked it open, and SWAT was waiting to usher the hostages out.
He gave the building another sweep, checking for anyone still on their feet, but anyone not nursing a concussion had their hands up. He went to collar Roxy. Two-Face he handcuffed thoroughly.
“Why, Dent?” he asked, noticing the former DA’s handsome face wasn’t scarred, but tattooed down one side, piercings giving him horns. “I heard you took the deal. Got plastic surgery, got married—to two women, actually. Why go back when the therapy had finally taken?”
He held up his coin. “I was only using dollar bills. Then I saw this on the edge of a table. I didn’t mean to flip it. I brushed it with my hand and it fell to the floor.” He showed the scrawling marks he’d made on one side. “It landed heads up.”
***
They were back on the rooftop—a dark, tall one made for skulking. Perfect vantage point to watch the cops leading Two-Face and his men away. Not that they were watching.
“You think one of his balls is normal and the other is scarred?” Roxy asked, giving her cycle a quick going-over with a spray-bottle and rag. The bullets hadn’t dented it, but they had left some nasty stains.
Tim seethed inwardly. And, not so inwardly. “That was reckless and stupid. You could’ve gotten yourself—“
“Oh, can the responsibility speech. I got it from Steven Spielberg, I don’t need it from you.” Roxy took off her jacket, throwing it across the rocket’s saddle. “That was fun, wasn’t it? Charging into danger, dodging bullets, thrashing bad guys! Fuck, I am energized—better than cocaine!”
Tim’s trained eyes tried to shy away from where her nipples pressed erectly through her tanktop. “This isn’t some thrill ride.”
“Oh, that’s exactly what it is—don’t play Batman, kiddo, you’re too young for that. In fact, you look just ripe, barely legal, and all you’re doing is parroting some middle-aged nonsense. What kind of nerd bullshit is that?” Roxy peeled off her flight cap in a waterfall of auburn hair. “Don’t you feel alive! Don’t you wanna fuck?”
“Wait, what?”
With almost a roar, Roxy grabbed his hands and brought them to her breasts. He felt her hardened nipples get harder under his palms. Helplessly, his fingers clenched on her flesh, squeezing them through bra and tanktop. Roxy heaved a sigh—“Oh yes, YES!”
Tim felt a strange tension rattle his belly. “You still—still shouldn’t be reacting to criminal activity in such an uncoordinated—“
Roxy bent down and covered his mouth with hers, Tim’s eyes going wide as her tongue flew against his. His grip tightened on her breasts and Roxy moaned into his mouth. She raised her face. “Don’t tell me you don’t need a fuck sometimes after you’ve beaten the hell out of a half-dozen crooks, jumped off rooftops, outrun an explosion--!” Her hand was gripping his chin. “Give me your tongue!”
Tim obeyed. The next kiss was longer and hotter, Roxy sucking on his tongue, moaning softly because it felt so good in her mouth. She lifted her face again. Now she peeled off her tanktop before offering her bra-clad tits back to Tim’s sweaty hands. He smoothed his palms over the hot flesh, his leather gloves feeling deliciously cool on her bare skin.
“You know why girls suck on a boy’s tongue?” Roxy asked, luxuriating in the feel of his exploratory groping.
“Why?” Tim replied, helplessly curious.
“To show him how we’ll suck something else.” And she slipped her hand down to his groin, where she was delighted to find a zipper waiting for her. Roxy had always wondered how superheroes went to the bathroom. She unzipped it and he came right out, his youthful hard-on hot and stiff in her hand. Feeling her fingers curl around him, Tim’s face went red.
“Want me to suck something else?” Roxy asked, smiling prettily, rolling her thumb over his cockhead and finding it damp.
Tim blurted out “Yeah!” as he thought about it. Not realizing he’d said anything, he thought that Dick had Kory, that Bruce had Selina, that he had Ivy and Harley too in fact, not to mention Talia, Silver—why shouldn’t he have some relief? It wasn’t like he cared about Roxy, not like Steph or Cass… a casual hook-up would be just right for him. He looked to Roxy to tell her his decision, only to find her on her knees below him, taking his prick into her soft, sucking mouth.
Tim gasped like a girl, feeling the throbbing in his erection replaced with a pulsing, muted softness. It felt nice. He couldn’t believe it was happening to him. It felt really nice. He’d never had a girl given him a blowjob before. It felt great! Why hadn’t he gotten a blowjob before? Ravager would’ve given him one…
His cock grew longer and thicker in Roxy’s mouth as his arms grew heavy, his legs weak, so Roxy was sucking the strength out of him. He fell back against Roxy’s cycle, his upper body twisting on top of it as if in agony. He grabbed hold of the saddle and nearly ripped it off as Roxy nearly tongued him out of his mind.
Roxy put a hand on his chest, feeling the trim muscles thrumming with power. She pushed him back, bending him back over the cycle as she knelt between his splayed legs. Tim grabbed hold of her head, not concerned with falling over, just with her stopping her suction. His hands stayed tepid in her hair, not daring to force her into the rhythm he needed. When she pulled her mouth away, his hands trailed off his face, half-clenched into fists. Roxy laughingly hid from his gaze behind his cock, sticking straight-up and shimmering wetly with her saliva.
“I love a big cock in my mouth,” she told him, pushing his cock to one side so he could see her flashing him a smile. “But I also love having one in my pussy, and I don’t think that’s going to happen if I keep sucking you off.”
Tim raised his head. “You want to—you’re going to…?”
“Fuck, yes.” Roxy undid her bra. Her breasts were the best Tim had ever seen—about the only ones he’d ever seen. “Your hard cock’s the only thing keeping me from humping the hell out of my cycle. You can make me come harder than a rocket, right?”
“Yeah, sure,” Tim said, watching her hands cup those ripe tits. “How hard could it be?”
Roxy unzipped her jodhpurs. Tim’s eyes went wide. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Roxy brought her hands to her face, smoothing them down her body from her jutting breasts to her hips, where she ran them down her legs and took her pants with them. Naked, she put her hands on her waist and canted her hips. “Play with it.”
Tim’s communicator vibrated to indicate an incoming transmission. Tim hurriedly muted it. “How?”
Roxy’s smile widened. “Give me your hand, flyboy. I’ll show you how.”
He held out his hand dumbly. She took his glove off, dropping it to the ground, then guided his hand down between her legs. Holding his wrist in both hands, she maneuvered his palm over her labia and clit, winding her hips around as she did it so everything flowed and burned together. Roxy gritted her teeth, hissing out air.
“Now we’re getting somewhere! Put your finger in. Put in it! It won’t bite! Yesssss,” she breathed, feeling herself parting. “That’s it—push it all in. There’s a place inside, right—there! Rub it! Now slide your finger in and out. Yeah, that’s good! More! Oh, more! Fuck, you’re making me horny! Fuck, keep going!”
She kissed him again. This time, he sucked her tongue.
Roxy barely pulled away from him. She reached down to her pussy and opened herself up for him. “Do you know what this is?” she asked him, touching something small and pink with her fingertip.
“Your clit,” Tim replied.
“That’s right, babe. Make it feel nice. Make a girl’s clit feel nice and you can do anything you want to her. Now rub it with your finger.” Roxy grimaced. “Squeeze it, just a little—ohhh, yes, like that… like that… stop!”
Tim froze, wondering what he’d done wrong. Would she make them stop? Would she tell Batman what he’d done?
Roxy pulled Tim to his feet. “I am not coming without a cock inside me!”
She grabbed hold of his flagging cock, skimming her hand up and down it until he was back to full, painful hardness. In seconds, he looked so tasty that she wanted to suck him off again. After, Roxy thought to herself.
She laid back on the rocket and spread her thighs. “My pussy needs that sweet cock.”
Tim hurried between her legs, his cock huge, shaking. He grasped it, the pressure of his grip almost enough to set him off, and lowered himself to her cunt. There, he hesitated. He didn’t think of his virginity, just that whenever he chose, he could shove himself inside her. He pushed forward, watching her labia part.
“Put it in, big boy,” Roxy purred. “Fuck me now!”
He rammed his cock into her.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Steph cried.
“He’s fucking her,” Cass explained helpfully.
***
Batman had been needed elsewhere, but he’d tasked Cass with keeping an eye on Tim in case the partnership with Roxy went south. She’d had no compunctions about bringing in Steph, who seemed to have a better handle on Tim’s… Timness. And when Tim hadn’t reported in after the hostage crisis, they’d gone looking for him.
Needless to say, they hadn’t expected to find him balls deep in a naked redhead (although Cass did consider saying it).
Roxy clasped her smooth thighs around Tim’s sides, hooking her heels behind him. As he pumped into her, she arched her back and tossed her head from side to side, burning hair flowing through the night air.
“If you could just give me a moment here—” Tim said, jaw clenched, somehow not able to stop delving into Roxy’s sweet depths.
“SO YOU CAN’T TAKE ME OUT FOR DINNER AT A BIG BELLY BURGER, BUT YOU CAN FUCK SOME HUSSY WITH A ROCKET?” Steph demanded. “IS IT BECAUSE SHE HAS A ROCKET? I CAN GET A ROCKET!”
Roxy laughed hysterically. “Sorry, girls—oof!—but Robin’s spoken for. He needs a real woman, oh! Not a pair of little girls in last fall’s fashions!” Roxy reached down between them, spreading her fingers over her groin to feel Tim fucking in and out of her. From there, she reached lower, squeezing his balls lovingly as if trying to pump the cum out.
Tim fucked into her harder and faster. Cass’s head darted from side to side as she followed their coitus like the ball at a tennis match.
“STOP FUCKING HER WHILE I’M YELLING AT YOU!” Steph yelled, fists clenched at her sides.
“She means nothing to me!” Tim argued as he fed his desperate thrusts into their fuck like a stoker shoveling coal into a blazing furnace. “I think it’s best to avoid attachment—“
“YOUR COCK IS ATTACHED TO YOUR VAGINA, TIM!”
Indeed, Tim plowed into Roxy with such force that her pelvis was tilted up and down, thrown about on his cock like a ship on a raging sea. She felt the thrill of it building rapidly inside her, making her wail with the joy.
“Tim, is that your name? Come in me, Tim!” Roxy shouted, feeling his balls swell in her hand, his prick balloon inside her. “Shoot your cum all up in me, you sweet little bitch!”
“THAT’S MY SWEET LITTLE BITCH!” Steph screamed at the top of her lungs, flinging a Batarang.
In her present state, her aim was a little off. The Batarang hit Tim in the head, knocking him out cold, and he fell on top of Roxy, both of them tumbling off the rocket, which itself fell over. Steph brought her hands to her mouth at the carnage.
“What is going on here?” Bruce demanded.
***
Cass explained. “Robin was having sex with rocket woman. Steph got mad. Threw Batarang. Missed. Hit Robin.” She shrugged understandingly.
“I thought I saw the Joker,” Steph explained.
Striding to the wreckage, Batman hoisted Roxy out from under Tim. “Get him out of here,” he demanded of the Batgirls. “And expect a long, long talk.”
Cass and Steph hastily helped with Tim, taking one arm a piece and helping him over to the zipline that would take him down to the motorcycle-and-sidecar they rode around in. Tim would take the sidecar, Cass would ride bitch.
On the street, Cass zipped Tim up. Usually, she would ask Steph if that was alright, but it didn’t seem appropriate.
***
“What are you looking at me for?” Roxy demanded. “He was all over me!”
“I hired you for a job,” Batman replied. “Not to seduce my partner.”
“What can I say, I needed a fuck and he was willing to be seduced. I get you not wanting me to ride around Gotham stealing shit, but now I can’t get laid either? What kind of thrill is that? I might as well go back to crime!”
Batman took one stride forward, Roxy wincing back as he towered over her.
“You want sex, then.”
“You can’t tell me you’ve never got a hard-on after wrestling Catwoman. Scuse me for relieving myself.”
“If you need it that badly, then you should have it from someone who knows what he’s doing.”
“The kid knew enough. Why?” Roxy’s eyes dropped to his trunks. “You have something more… substantial to offer me?”
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“How do you feel about marriage?”
***
Tim woke up preternaturally aware that he was in Cass’s satellite Batcave, deep below Gotham itself. He could tell by the flavor of the air, the hiss of the mechanicals. He just couldn’t figure out why he was on a gurney, or why he was strapped down. He opened his eyes, looked around—sure now that he was in the secondary cave—then nearly choked.
Cass and Steph were standing before him. Cass was naked again, but Tim’s eyes were all on Steph in her purple dress, light and translucent enough that he could almost see the nothing she had on underneath. Steph the petite blonde, with smooth lines that it seemed would inevitably become generous proportions—her pregnancy as a teen had already left her with surprisingly ample breasts. She was the same height as Cass, but not as tightly knit. Cass was lithe, every muscle defined and delineated, while Steph was softer and more rounded.
Tim couldn’t look away. His eyes traipsed over the roll of her rounded hips and the fullness of her thighs. With her turned away from him, he was free to leer at her back, from the gentle curve down from her silky shoulders, to the dip at her waist, then the outward bloom of her ass. Tim let out a strangled sound. She had the kind of ass that could stretch a jean’s seams to the breaking point.
Steph and her friend turned around, her nubile breasts bobbing happily along with the gleeful smile that played across her rosy lips. Cass smiled at him too, but it was Steph’s sparkling eyes set in her pert face that made him think of some mischievous spirit harboring a secret.
“Hey Tim,” she greeted. “Sorry I hit you with a Batarang. I felt really bad about that, so I decided to get you a present and had Cass shave my pussy. You should feel it! It’s so smooth… oh. Wait.”
“He only has meaningless, no-strings-attached sex,” Cass ‘remembered.’
Tim wriggled his hands, trying to stretch his thumbs to the catch-springs of his cuffs. “Why am I handcuffed?”
“Impromptu escapology test,” Steph said, walking beside his gurney. “Don’t interrupt Cass.”
“Steph,” Cass said after a pause, “can we have meaningless, no-strings-attached sex?”
“Yes!” Steph said, smiling seductively at Cass and at Tim and back again. Holding the smile, she climbed onto his gurney, standing over Tim. She took her dress up and over her head. Tim looked up at Steph’s smooth, pink pussy.
“Where did you get this idea, a fanfic?” he scoffed.
Steph let her dress drop to the floor, then turned around, displaying her front to Cass. Her soft hands played with her asscheeks as she said “Hey, Cass, do you like how my pussy looks with no hair? I think my ass looks better…”
Tim fought against the feeling of his cock stiffening, throbbing, jerking excitedly. It was just that he hadn’t gotten to finish with Roxy when he’d been so close. “It’s not that I’m not attracted to you, Steph. Or you, Cass. It’s that I can’t get close to anyone without compromising myself…”
“We understand!” Steph stressed, posing for Cass, who seemed hypnotized. She raised her hands to the back of her head, plying her naked body around before lowering her hands to her breasts, circling the pink nipples. “You’re so smart, Tim. We should have meaningless, no-strings-attached sex too! Don’t you think, Cass?”
“Yes,” Cass said, coming closer.
Steph sat down, straddling Tim’s groin, and he groaned feeling her weight on his erection. “Of course, you wouldn’t want to join in, would you Tim? Since you don’t want to form an emotional connection to us…”
“No,” Cass answered for him. “He wouldn’t.” And she reached out with her fingers.
Steph groaned instantly, feeling Cass’s touch on her newly bared pussy. She grabbed Cass’s hand and pulled it tighter to her sex. “Finger-fuck me, babe!” She flashed a dangerous grin. “No strings attached.”
Cass didn’t answer. She just pulled her hand free, easily overcoming Steph’s best attempts to hold it, and replaced her touch with her mouth, lips scraping over the stubble of Steph’s pubic hair. Steph moaned even louder, feeling a tongue reach impossibly electric into her slit.
“Tim, you don’t mind if we do this on top of you, right?” Steph asked. “Since you don’t have any icky emotional connections to us…”
Tim’s erection was becoming painful in the confines of his trousers. “It’s like with Batman,” he argued. “I can’t let my perspective be clouded. I have to be able to assess anyone, mistrust anyone—give orders that could lead to your deaths and how can you expect me to do that if we’re…”
“You had your chance to join in,” Steph replied, jerking delightedly every time Cass’s tongue moved an inch inside her. “Then we wouldn’t have been lesbians, we’d just be having an orgy. Too late now. Cass and I are total dykes. We’re going to wear army boots and cry about webseries.”
Then Steph was incapable of speech, only moans as Cass reached into her with the fingers of either hand, spreading her sex open, then forcing her mouth forward like she was trying to cover her whole face in Steph’s cunt. Steph felt her clit run over the bridge of Cass’s nose, then Cass seized it with her teeth, her grip easy but firm.
Steph fell backward, her short height landing her head on Tim’s chest, staring up and upside-down into his eyes as she grabbed Cass’s head and tried pulling her inside a cunt that desperately needed to be filled. Her nipples were large and hard on heaving breasts. Steph spared one hand to take a nipple in her fingers and squeeze like hell, the yielding of her flesh feeling so good that it hurt, and she tortured herself for that wonderful intensity.
“If only your hands were free, Tim,” Steph moaned. “You could suck my hard nipples… handle my tits… wait, no, because Batman doesn’t do any of that…”
“I… I… shit!” Tim let out a rare curse. “Could you just unzip me? It feels like I’m going to break in half!”
Steph was grinning, possibly more from Tim’s admission than Cass’s diligent tonguing. “What do you think, Cain? Should we let this random co-worker who has no emotional connection to us whatsoever take his dick out?”
Cass looked up, chin wet. “Nightwing’s here?”
“No, Cass, his… you know… like our strap-on?”
Cass looked at Tim’s crotch as if noticing it for the first time, noting the half-formed tent of his erection trying to press through the armored fabric. “A real one?”
“Well, I wouldn’t know. Would I?” Steph gave Tim a look. “Maybe you should ask Roxy Rocket…”
Cass was ignoring her, pulling on his tiny black zipper instead. Halfway down, his cock burst forth from his fly like a rocket, snapping straight up, quivering with tension. Cass gazed at it in abject surprise, the unflappable martial artist seemingly perplexed by his length. “Bigger than strap-on…”
“I wouldn’t know,” Steph reiterated. “But since my boyfriend is committed to fucking everyone but me, I guess you would find out first. How’s that sound, Timmy? Would you like to fuck Cass? Take your big—“ she looked twice at it, “big cock and ease it into her. I’m sure she’s a lot tighter than me. So tight, you’d have to be careful or you might hurt her. You better not hurt my friend, Tim!”
Cass was still ignoring her. Forefinger extended, she swiped at the head of Tim’s cock, picking up some of the white fluid gathered at his hole and examining it under her nose. It smelled nice. She moved her finger toward her mouth…
“Cass, get up here!” Steph demanded. “Stop consorting with the enemy and let’s sixty-nine!”
“Good number,” Cass replied, acrobatically swirling into place. Tim’s eyes widened dramatically as he saw Cass’s sex widen for Steph’s tongue, the blonde taking a mouthful right in front of him.
Steph fingered Cass as she scoured for her clit with her tongue—hard to find with Cass upside-down—and trying to ignore Cass’s heated mouth at work between her legs. “Where are you, ya little bastard?” she asked, every word, every breath making Cass jerk in response. Steph broke off to momentarily enjoy the flutter of Cass’s tongue on her own clit, kissing at Cass’s muscular thigh in thanks, then returned to the search.
“To the left,” Tim said, and Steph immediately felt it with her tongue. Her eyes narrowed. Sometimes she hated how smart he was. Steph sucked hard on the little candy and Cass burst out with a moan, soaking Steph’s fingers. Then her mouth. Then Tim’s face.
She’s coming on me, Steph thought, laughing as she smashed her face into the ejaculation and tongued it until the flow ceased, leaving behind only a strong, pleasant taste to be licked away.
Cass’s squirting was driving her crazy. She bit into Steph’s clitoris, making her cry out long and loud and a little afraid that Cass would hurt her. But she kept whipping her scorching wet sex into Cass’s mouth, making Cass lick her until she had her own climax—not nearly as wet as Cass had proven.
Steph dropped her head to Tim’s pounding chest, shaking and trembling, her fingers still knuckle-deep in Cass’s sucking cunt. Steph pulled free of her, then held her hand up to Tim’s face. Felt his breath on her fingers before he took them in his mouth, tasting Cass, then kissing down Steph’s scarred knuckles to her pulse point, the sweat on her wrist, tasting her as well.
Steph rolled over, shuffling under Cass, to lay facedown on Tim’s body. She looked up into his eyes, feeling his heart pounding up into her jawline. “I lied. Cass and I have an emotional connection. As in, I’ve been screwing her pretty regularly. So how about it, Tim? Wanna show us how it’s really done?” she taunted.
Tim worked his hands out of the cuffs. He’d picked the locks two minutes ago. For two minutes, he thought about everything he’d given up for the privilege of getting the crap kicked out of him on a nightly basis—the police occasionally sicced on him—the odd bout of crippling mental anxiety.
He’d lost his mother. His father. His girl. His best friends—both of them. He’d gotten some things back, but like a closed wound, the scars still remained. All of that, and he still had to prove himself by taking some vow of celibacy? He was hard, goddamnit! He was rock-hard! Maybe Bruce could think about the icy tundra of Tibet and meditate his erection down, but Tim wasn’t Bruce.
He wasn’t Bruce. He was never going to be Bruce. He didn’t want to be Bruce. He wanted to love and cherish these two amazing women who had been nothing but kind and considerate of him. He also wanted to fuck their brains out. And the fact was, he was never going to get the kind of distance he would need to tell them to take a bullet for Gotham, or suspect them of being in cahoots with the Joker, or just not give a shit about either of them. He had more feelings than Mr. Spock, except he wasn’t a fucking Vulcan.
He didn’t just have sex every seven years.
“Why not?”
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