Disclaimer: I don't own 'em...wish I did, though... Rating: NC-17 - rated for language, sexual situations Summary: Could bad boy Lance Alvers have misjudged innocent little Kitty Pryde?
Written for Ramsey's 'Pick Your Own Evo Character' series.
The music was pounding, the lights were flashing, and everyone was having a good time at one of the last dances of the school year.
Except for Lance Alvers and quite possibly, his date, Kitty Pryde.
Lance was hiding down a dark corridor, far removed from the excited, laughing groups of students swaying on the dance floor, after storming out of the gym, leaving his date to stare after him in surprise.
He leaned against the metal lockers that lined the hallway, eyeing the side door that led to the outside, trying to ignore the painfully stiff erection that strained within his pants, his hands covering the embarrassing bulge that had emerged during a particularly heated slow dance with Kitty. He remembered how her leg brushed his groin and discovered the rigid condition of his staff, watched as her eyes sought his, wide and full of what he believed to be outraged innocence.
It’d been too much for him to bear. So he took off, to hide his shameful lust, ducking down the darkest passageway so he could make his escape.
The twilight outside beckoned. He shook his head, chestnut hair falling in waves across his angular face, bitterness welling in his stomach.
"Fuck this shit." He muttered, straightening his shirt, eyeing the doors ahead of him as the thought of going home shone like a beacon of relief in his mind.
He had taken one step towards the exit when a hand catching his arm startled him, making him jump.
Whirling around, about to deal whoever had intruded on his black mood some serious damage, he checked his fist, seeing Kitty’s pale face inches away.
She didn’t cry out at the near brush with violence, didn’t even flinch, but her eyes widened and her mouth opened, letting out a little gasp of surprise.
Lance dropped his arm, unclenched his fingers and sighed, feeling more weary than he’d ever felt before.
"What do you want, Kitty?" he asked, tone devoid of emotion.
At that cold query, the girl jerked back, looking for all the world like it had struck her with more force than any punch he could deliver. Lance saw her gaze fill with surprised hurt.
"I – I was just checking to see if everything was okay. If you were coming back to dance." She said quietly, not releasing her grip on his other arm.
Her hand was steady and warm...and very distracting.
"I’m going home, Kitty. I’m sorry we can’t finish our date." Lance heard himself speaking, was barely aware of what he said, so focused he’d become on her touch alone.
Damn! How does she do this to me? He wondered in annoyance.
Despite his ire, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.
Kitty shook her head, wispy little curls bouncing as she did so, her thick lashes casting shadows against the smoothness of her cheeks. The tip of her tongue was visible as she slid it along her bottom lip, moistening the skin so that it glistened in the scant light.
Lance felt his own tongue moving, begging to be released from the confines of his mouth so that it could slip into hers, promising to discover exactly what she tasted like before the night was through.
Lance bit down hard to keep it still.
"Why? I thought we were having a good time? What’s changed that?" Kitty’s pleading voice was like pinpricks stabbing him, hurting him at the thought of causing her any pain.
He began to pull away, not able to deal with all the conflicting emotions that were speeding through him; confusion, lust, self-disgust. It was a heady mixture that combined into an undrinkable cocktail. He couldn’t have swallowed if he tried.
Before he could answer, the fingers around his wrist tightened with bruising force and he was slammed back into the lockers he’d been leaning against. His breath shot out of his lungs at the impact, only to be drawn back inside in a sharp hiss as Kitty pushed her body into his, her hands now gripping both of his wrists.
Eyes wide, Lance looked down into the determined face of the girl who was using every bit of exertion to keep him pinned. Her one thigh was buried between his legs, rubbing intimately against his pelvic region, her breasts pushed up past her dress, exposing a generous amount of cleavage. He could have easily broken from her hold, should have broken free, but staring into her flashing blue eyes, feeling her other leg as it slid up his calf, he realized that he didn’t want to.
His heart was hammering in his throat as she ever so slightly shifted, rubbing her groin against the hardness of his muscled thigh. Her pearly teeth bit into her lip again, this time accompanied by a little, shivery moan.
"Why are you always so quick to pull away from me, Lance?" Kitty asked lightly, her lids lowering over her gaze as she pondered his behaviour.
"W-well..." Lance began, his words lost as another heated hiss of breath slithered from between his lips.
"Is it because of this?" Kitty had said, talking over him, her hand releasing one of his wrists so that it could mold itself over the bulge in his pants. She held him for a second, waiting for his eyes to open, before she began rubbing him gently.
Lance pushed back a shocked groan, tensing at the intimate touch, his body quivering as his veins filled with liquid fire.
"W-what are you doing?" he breathed, fear and confusion warring with desire, making his voice sound thin and a little fearful.
Kitty chuckled, a low, velvety sound that melted his insides and prompted his erection to greater hardness.
"Has it ever occurred to you that I might like...‘this’?"she asked, stroking his cock more firmly through his clothes.
"That I might want more from you? That I might not be the innocent, little valley girl everyone thinks I am?" she asked, pulling her dress up so that her panty-covered mound rode his thigh in earnest.
Another moan whispered from her lips, echoing the one that came from Lance. His surprised shock was rapidly drowning beneath his ever-increasing desire, his eyes rolling back in his head as Kitty continued to tease his denim-clad tool.
"Am I mistaken in thinking that you want to fuck me, Lance Alvers?" Kitty murmured, tilting her head so that she could see his face entirely, offering her mouth to him at the same time.
Without bothering to reply with words, Lance broke free of her now relaxed hold, sweeping her into his arms with one quick movement, lips covering hers with a burning intensity.
His tongue pushed into her mouth as his fingers tangled in her hair, holding her head so that he could devour her with his kiss, Kitty’s hands unbuttoning his shirt so that her eager fingers could run over his heated skin.
They continued in this manner for several minutes, Lance leaving her lips only to press hot, wet kisses across her face, along her jaw, his tongue swirling down her neck so that she cried out at the sensation.
Kitty had jumped up so that her legs were now wrapped around his waist, her hands pressing against the back of his neck, urging him to give her almost exposed breasts some attention, when they heard students coming down the hall, boisterous and rowdy.
Sharing a startled look that lasted only a second, Kitty motioned over his shoulder.
"Quick, that classroom!" she whispered hurriedly, rolling her eyes in amusement when he jiggled the doorknob.
"It’s locked!" he said in defeat.
Kitty, still high up in his arms, tapped his nose with a silver-painted fingernail.
"Umm, like, hello? I’m the Shadowcat. What am I good at?" she asked with a quiet giggle.
Lance arched an eyebrow, giving her a sly look. He ground his hips into her crotch hard enough to elicit a gasp from her.
"You mean besides this?" he said, dipping his face into the valley of her rounded breasts to nip at her flesh.
"Uh, uhm..." Kitty couldn’t finish her statement as another moaning sigh took its place, Lance’s mouth having pushed past her lacy bra to find her nipple. His teeth grazed the pebbled skin and rolled it along his tongue, prompting Kitty to lean back against his bracing hands, eyes closing in delight.
Lance was leaning on the door when he felt a cool shiver pass through his body. Opening his eyes, he found himself now inside the locked classroom, Kitty writhing like one possessed as she bucked against his hips.
Realizing that she’d phased them through the door so that they could keep playing inflamed him, releasing another wave of fire so that it scorched his insides and made the blood that filled his prick hum with intensity.
He set Kitty’s slight weight on the nearest desk so that his hands could roam, his fingers going straight for the straps of her dress, sliding them over her shoulders and down her arms gently, reverently.
He was rewarded with the sight of her white globes, tipped with areolas of the palest, blushing pink. Her nipples scrunched, tight and hard, as they met the cool, still air, forming stiff peaks that Lance instantly bent to suckle. As he lapped at her creamy skin, he felt the button of his jeans give way, followed by the sound of his zipper sliding open. Closing his eyes, he braced himself.
Even with that desperate preparation, the minute Kitty’s slender fingers closed over his cock, he shuddered and nearly came all over her hand. He actually had to take a deep breath before continuing his worship of her pert, perfect tits, moving slightly to her side so that she could get a better hold on his throbbing prick.
She stroked him gently, firmly, moving her thumb under and over his mushroom-shaped crown, using the first few drops of pre-cum as a lubricant. Lance wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to hold on with such expertly paced ministrations, and decided it was time to turn the tables back in his favour.
He backed away from her naked upper body, shrugging out of his open shirt, and let his eyes feast on the sight of her flushed skin, her half-lidded eyes smoky with heat, her partially parted lips that shone with their shared saliva. As he moved, he found his pants pooled around his ankles, his dark blue boxers hanging off his hips carelessly. He kicked the rest of his clothes off as Kitty caressed his shaft, her eyes following her fingers hungrily. She looked up to Lance quickly, licking her lips with exaggerated slowness as he watched her.
He reached out to pluck at the fabric that still obscured her lower regions from his gaze, his other hand taking her chin between his fingers, holding her so that she couldn’t move.
"Get naked." Was all he said, voice thick with lust, commanding.
Kitty gave a sultry smile at his order, opening her mouth to capture his thumb, sucking on it like her eyes promised she would his cock. She drew her teeth along his skin, biting down playfully when reached the tip of his nail.
Lance saw the dress and her undone bra slide to floor, yet his hand remained holding her face and her white lace panties still graced her form. He nodded at her, impressed.
"Phasing any part of me separately from other parts any time I want to," she whispered huskily, "just another little talent of mine." She laughed and used her hold on his prick to pull him to her, her mouth closing over his smooth shaft easily before he could protest.
"Holy fuuuuck!" Lance growled, throwing his head back as pure pleasure stormed through his being, jolts of electricity dancing madly along his exposed skin. Her tongue slid along his hardness while her mouth sucked forcefully, creating a vacuum-like pull that was as much agony as ecstasy in its violence.
I’m going to cum, I’m going to fucking cum! Screamed Lance’s brain with disbelieving horror, making him open his eyes to look around for something to occupy himself with so as to hold off his rapidly approaching orgasm.
His gaze fastened on Kitty’s writing hips, and the delicate panties that stretched across them. They were only a few inches away, and hid the most tempting part of her body.
Mouth watering with expectation, Lance reached out and hooked his fingers under the fragile fabric, yanking it until he heard the rip of material. Kitty didn’t seem to notice as she moved his shaft in and out of her warm orifice. Tossing the scrap of lace to the floor, Lance spread her shapely legs wide and climbed slowly to the top of the desk, Kitty rolling over on her back to follow his lead, the head of his cock never leaving her lips.
Lance wrapped his arms around her thighs and paused to appreciate the view for a heartbeat.
Light coloured hairs – nearly honey blonde even in the darkness – decorated the petal-like lips of her labia, tickling his chin as he lowered his face into them.
His tongue emerged and slid between those lips to give an entirely different kind of kiss, finding the nub of her clit instantly. As soon as he touched her hot little button, she bucked her hips in reaction, a whimper sounding wetly around his thick shaft. Lance chuckled and sought out her sensitive spot with renewed vigor, eyes closing once again as her sweet, unique flavour washed over his taste buds.
Drinking her in, he held onto her tighter, feeling her legs tremble as his tongue began fluttering against her with a pace even Pietro would admire, causing her attentions on his cock to wane as the first stirrings of her own pleasure started moving through her.
His face dipped lower between her legs, thankful that he’d managed to distract her from finishing him off before they’d even begun, and found the opening of her slit with his probing tongue, not hesitating as he pushed into her hot, musky depths, fucking her with his mouth.
Kitty let out a little scream at the unexpected intrusion, one of her hands jerking along his cock spasmodically as she climbed towards satisfaction, her nails sliding up to trace his ass with her other hand. Her hips shifted and pressed against his face, begging for more without words.
Lance heard her panting breaths growing more faint with every stab of his tongue, felt her nails digging into his buttocks hard enough to hurt, her breasts heaved as she struggled for air, tickling the underside of his stomach.
He smiled a secret, inner smile. She was almost there, just a little bit more and she’d be over the edge.
He switched tactics, knowing exactly what was needed to bring her to that point.
His lips move back to the swollen flesh of her clit, taking it lovingly between his teeth and letting his tongue flick against it even faster than before. His fingers slid down her thigh, his touch feather soft, until his hand rested alongside his busy face.
Moistening a finger in their combined juices, he slowly pushed inside the small hole his mouth had just abandoned, stroking her from the inside, feeling her spongy warmth contract around the digit in greeting.
Kitty’s voice became a high, keening sound, while both of her hands scratched down the backs of his legs as she squirmed with pleasure, her hair brushing across his calves as she tossed her head from side to side.
Lance had decided to slip in another finger when he felt her body tense beneath him, taut and shuddering like a bow string, and she let out a moaning wail, her legs jerking from his grip as she moved senselessly, her sex grinding against his mouth as she came.
He continued to suck on her engorged nub, lapping up every drop of her salty-sweet essence, until the final tremor passed and her legs fell limp against the desk. All he could hear from her was:
"Oh my God, oh my God..." whispered over and over again.
Lance raised up and shifted so that he lay across her, his prick still hard from her earlier caresses and her obvious enjoyment. Her pleasure was his pleasure.
Kitty gazed up at him languidly, a contented grin spread across her face.
"Can we do that again?" she laughed, fingers going up to stroke his cheek.
"It had crossed my mind." Lance teased softly, eyeing her full lips.
She didn’t say anything as she took his hair in either hand and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him deeply, tasting herself on his lips. She expelled a shuddering breath as the taste of her climax passed over her tongue, heightening her ardor so that her legs parted without comment, Lance’s hardness coming to rest against her wet center, a slight wiggle of her hips urging him to continue.
Lance needed no further encouragement.
The head of his cock met her liquid heat, pressing against her shy opening, seeking passage. He drew back a little, and then pushed against her, beginning to slide himself inside inch by agonizing inch.
Kitty let out a tiny gasp of pain as his thickness widened her virgin sheath, stretching her, throbbing within in time with her own pounding heartbeat.
Lance stopped and looked down at her with a serious expression.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, worry etching lines on his handsome face. His arms trembled with the effort of holding himself immobile, half buried inside her.
Kitty’s eyes searched his features for a second, as if debating, and then gave him a tremulous smile.
"Like, hell no." she whispered, pushing her pelvis up in one quick motion so that Lance’s cock plunged the last few inches into her body without further resistance.
Lance gasped at the suddenness of finding himself swallowed by her tightly clenching canal, forced himself to wait until the spasm of pain fled from Kitty’s face completely before moving at all.
When she opened her eyes to look up at him, he lowered his mouth and planted butterfly kisses all over her face, kissing her eyelids, her nose, chin, and finally her lips. As she met his sweet, almost chaste, kiss with her own, he slowly slid himself back and then forward, starting a gentle rocking motion that made her groan against his mouth.
Worried that he was hurting her, he was about to pull out completely when he felt her legs go around his waist, hugging his body close to hers. She began matching his slow thrusts with faster, harder thrusts of her own, her fingers straying to her nipples as new sensations assailed her.
Knowing she was begging without words to be fucked, and fucked well, Lance gripped her ass cheeks firmly and pumped his gleaming shaft into her slickness over and over again. He tried to keep his eyes open, to watch as Kitty toyed with her breasts, an erotic sight straight from one of his wet dreams, but his own release was fast approaching. He flung his head back and grunted like a wounded animal, teeth sinking into his lower lip painfully as he once again tried to keep himself from cumming too soon.
He wanted her to have at least one more orgasm before he had his. His sense of chivalry demanded nothing less.
Realizing that he would have to take matters into his hands if he hoped to accomplish this possibility, Lance released one of her ass cheeks and slipped his thumb over her still sensitive clit, intending to bring her to climax with both types of stimulation.
Kitty met this idea with a panting cry of protest.
She pushed his hand away, motioning for him to grip her ass firmly again, not liking the lop-sided feeling of only being held in one hand, and shocked him to the core by replacing his fingers with her own.
He almost lost his rhythm as he watched as she fondled her ruched nipples and her well-lubricated snatch at the same time, as her tongue smoothed over her lips as she played with herself, as she stared back at Lance with glazed, lust-filled eyes.
Her performance enticed him enough so that he revved up his speed unthinkingly, driving into her with a fury that had his balls slapping against her ass and his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises.
The desks were shaking under their erratic movements, threatening to spill them onto the floor when Kitty’s wavering cry broke from her lips a second time, her fingers working madly against her sopping cunt, sweat decorating her naked body like dewdrops in the shadowed light.
Lance felt her convulse around his prick, alerting him to the fact that he could take his own release, knowing that he wouldn’t have been able to prevent himself from doing so regardless.
"Kitty, I’m going to cum." He gasped raggedly, also realizing belatedly that they hadn’t used any protection.
"I want you to come inside me Lance, it’s okay, please..." she whispered as if guessing his thoughts, still riding the high of her most recent orgasm, her fingers continuing to frig herself frantically as her other hand pinched the nipple of one breast savagely.
Lance watched her writhing beneath him, and paused with the last of his control before spilling his seed deep within her body. He wanted to savor the moment and imprint it on his brain, so that he’d never forget what it had felt like to fuck Kitty Pryde.
He felt the pressure in his cock soar to unimaginable heights, leaving him teetering on the flashing knife’s edge of euphoria.
Suddenly, Kitty let out another cry, a third orgasm hitting her thanks to her continued masturbation and Lance’s steady pace, her pelvis grinding against his as if she wanted to meld their bodies into one.
Lance felt the sucking grip of her chasm clench around him again mid-thrust, catching him off guard, and sending sheets of white flame through his being, blinding him, burning him, drawing a raw, incredibly primal scream from his throat at the fire’s intensity.
His cock twitched and jerked crazily as it spewed into Kitty’s still throbbing hole, filling her with jets of frothy cum, dribbles of the sticky libation seeping out when it overflowed, sliding down to cover her thighs in pearly rivulets.
Lance couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, wondered if he was going to pass out from the numbing, pain-tinged pleasure. He unthinkingly clenched both eyes and fists, the strength of his raging emotions calling his powers without meaning to.
He clutched Kitty close to his chest as a rumbling sound started to grow, the desks shaking now without any assistance from those laying atop them, an earthquake announcing itself as Lance continued to shudder uncontrollably in the throes of his climax.
Seconds later, after both tremors had quieted and the two lovers lay in each other’s arms, bathed in sweat and a mixture of bodily fluids, laboured breathing was the only sound to be heard as they stared at one another.
Kitty ran her fingers over his face again, her touch gentle and loving, her visage nothing but pleased and slightly sleepy. Her legs were still draped over Lance’s buttocks, while his semi-erect prick remained embedded in the warmth between her thighs.
Lance dropped his mouth down to hers, sharing a softly lingering kiss. His arms tightened around her possessively as she kissed him back.
When they drew apart for air, Kitty smiled at him. Her fingers slipped down to smooth over his bared chest.
"You owe me a pair of panties." She murmured, watching the look of surprise cross his face. She laughed.
"Only if I can ruin the next pair too." He replied, realizing she was joking, nuzzling her neck affectionately.
Kitty sighed, dreamy, happy, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, purring like the animal she was named for. Lance was already kissing down her throat, ready for their next round. Her smile widened into a grin.
"That pair, and every pair after." She promised.