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You rarely traveled with Barry for his work. You were well aware of what he did for work and while you had your struggles with it, you knew that he couldn’t just quit this job as easily as you could quit yours and for him to walk away from this line of work, would involve him having to be killed. Nothing would’ve changed for Barry had you left him when he told you. You couldn’t have saved any lives by abandoning this man who had been nothing but good to you, loving, tender and kind. You always waged that if he was taking out the bad guys, he was just making the world better. And while you rarely traveled with him for work, you wanted out of Ohio for even 3 days. You’d stay in the hotel and you’d stay out of his way when he needed you to be and once the job was done, you’d be there for him to talk to about it and help him get packed up and to the plane on time the next morning or that night.
Once your flight lands and you guys get to your hotel Barry just wants to sleep. The flights take it out of him, triggering his PTSD and making him anxious and exhausted. Even when he has you with him to bring him back down, holding onto his hand and giving him an old iPod filled with his favorite albums to listen to, it still freaked him out. You wanted to get him medicated but he refused to go to a doctor, he’s scared he’d tell them why he has so much anxiety or have to tell them what he does for work considering he’s a terrible liar and they won’t take “auto parts” for work that he’s traveling for.
The first day goes by without a problem, he handles a few calls, deals with some stuff over the computer just like any other normal job, for awhile you both can convince yourselves that it IS normal. Before bed you go take a long bath, unwinding for awhile and letting him finish up working out the next mark, inviting him to join you when he’s done, “I’ll think about it but I still have a bit to do. Thank you, though” you barely hear over the water running.
When you get done you come out wrapped in a robe and your hair wrapped in a towel and see Barry laid back on the bed in a sweater and his boxers, legs crossed and arms behind his head, his hair ruffled and messy, his other hand droning over the greying scruff on his cheek, watching Jaws on the tv and you drink in how he looks, feeling your breath catch and your body heat rise, “That is so unfair” you say to him and he looks over to you, “I can start it over if you want” he says, pointing the remote to the TV. “Not the movie. You just look so good without even trying like…all the time” you tell him and watch as he laughs a little, “I don’t” he says, chewing on his lip. “You do. God, I want you to fuck me so bad” you say and his eyes widen, raising his eyebrows, “I wouldn’t mind that” he tells you and you climb on the bed, crawling over to him and kissing his scruff covered cheek, “Tell you what, baby. You make yourself cum on my thigh and show me you deserve to be fucked and I’ll consider it” he whispers into your ear, causing goosebumps to flutter across every inch of your body.
Without a second thought, You sit up, throwing the towel from your hair and moving the robe away, placing your naked pussy directly to his thick thigh, “That’s my girl” he says, his hands falling to your waist. You lay your head on his shoulder as you start to move against him, feeling pleasure bubbling up through your nerves. He flexes his thigh under you, sending a lightning bolt of pleasure through your core and you grip the headboard at the unexpected change, letting your knees fall further open, feeling your slick starting to dampen his skin, making your movements wetter and quicker. You sigh against his neck, feeling his hands move to your lower back and adding pressure with one hand while rubbing slow little circles with the other. The mixing sensations causing you to moan out.
“You like that, baby?” He asks you huskily, voice low and sultry. Your breathing picking up just slightly, your chest pressed flush against his own, “I do, God I do” you tell him and he pulls your robe down your shoulder, exposing your warm flesh to the cold air, planting a soft kiss there, “That’s what I wanna hear, baby girl” he says before biting your flesh. Small red indentions appearing upon pale skin as pain sears through you, soaking you further.
Pulling the robe further down, he exposes one of your breasts, watching as your nipple hardens in the cold air, leaning down to suck it in to his mouth, swirling the hardened nub with his warm tongue. You shiver as the warmth spreads across your entire chest, your fingers moving to his hair, softly rubbing his scalp as he attacks your breast with his mouth, wrapping his fingers back around your hips to move you up and down his thigh faster, gripping his fingers into the soft fabric that lays there. When he bites down on your sensitive bud you tighten the grip on his hair, pulling his head back, exposing his neck and biting him back, your breath catching when he moans loudly, “Fuck! Do that again” he says next to you, so you do, biting harder this time and hoping the marks stay. You tighten your hand in his hair again, turning your harsh bites into gentle sucking motions across his skin and watching purple and red bruises blossom across his milky complexion.
When you pull away you see his eyes closed and mouth hanging open, rounded teeth poking out from under his top lip. You take the chance to kiss him, shoving your tongue in his mouth, licking the back of his teeth and smiling against him. His hand coming up to your neck, his thumb and middle finger barely pushing against the sides of your throat. A thrill running through you as you remember this man is a military trained assassin. Not only *could* he kill you this way, but he *has* killed this way. Yet you felt safe in his hands, you knew he only did this after you asked and while he was scared in the beginning, he learned very quickly that he liked it too. You drive yourself harder against his thigh, squeezing your own together for more friction as he adds more pressure to your throat, not enough to choke you, but enough to remind you who’s really in charge and you loved every second of it.
You release his hair, letting your arms clasp behind his neck and begin riding him harder, sweat starting to bead at your temples, your forehead pressed against his as his bright blue eyes sear through you, “You okay, sweetheart?” He asks you as your mouth falls open, feeling bursts of pleasure shoot through your entire body, “G-gonna cum s-soon” you tell him and he releases his hand from your throat, “No, no, no. Please Barry” You tell him, grabbing his hand and moving it back to your throat, holding onto his wrists as he tightens his fingers around it again, adding pressure until you loosen your grip on his wrist, his mouth falling back to your breast, pressing soft kisses up and down the skin, from your nipple to your collar bone and back down again. “Look at you. Getting off on my thigh like a little whore. So beautiful” He says, never meaning any of the demeaning names He calls you in these times. You nod, unable to speak with his hand on your throat.
You push yourself harder against him, quicker now, he starts flexing his thigh under you again, watching the way it makes you squirm, tightening his grip just enough to cut off air momentarily, the heat in your stomach starting to unfurl. Just as you push yourself as hard as you can go, he watches your face intently as your skin starts to turn red, your vision starts getting blurry around the edges.
He quickly moves his hand away from your throat and you breathe in deeply, pushing you over the precipice, pleasure taking you over completely as your vision momentarily goes white. You fall forward against his chest and he wraps his arms tightly around you, “There you go, that’s my girl. You did so good.” He tells you, kissing your cheek and holding you until you come back down from your high.
Once everything comes back down, you grab his cup of tea off the bedside table and gulp it down, your throat hurting now. “I didn’t choke you too hard did I?” He asks and you shake your head. You move off of him back to your side of the bed, making note of the wetness dripping down his leg and onto the sheets, “Look how good you did, baby” he says, wiping it off with his sleeve. “Did I earn it?” You ask and he looks over to the tv watching a scene of the movie again, “Well…It *is* late. Maybe I could make you wait until tomorrow” he says and you groan, “But Barry, you wouldn’t be that mean to me” you tell him and he laughs, “But I could be” He tells you, pulling his sweater up over his head, tossing it beside the bed, grabbing a pillow, standing up and heading to the end of the bed. “Stand here.” He tells you, laying the pillow on the corner of the bed, and you do, allowing him to push your robe to the floor and letting him guide you across the end of the bed, your legs parted and head propped on your elbows as he dropped his boxers to the floor, letting his hard leaking cock free from the fabric before tugging himself a couple of times, placing the thick head at your dripping entrance.
You push back against him feeling the head pop in, moaning out to him as he pushes the rest of the way into you, bottoming out inside of you and placing his hand between your shoulders. “You’re so wet” He tells you, pulling back and thrusting back into you slowly, rubbing small circles between your shoulders and leaning down to press warm, wet kisses to the back of your neck. “Please, Barry. I need to be fucked. Really fucked” you beg him, reaching behind you to pat his cheek lightly.
“I know, baby. We’re getting there. I promise” he says, punctuating each word with a kiss.
He gave himself the time to build. Soft thrusts, his hands on your hips, guiding you back slowly onto himself, watching where he disappears into you, bottoming out each time, making sure you feel every sickeningly sweet movement.
He speeds up a little, not much, but enough for the time being, making you grip the sheets a little tighter for leverage, barely causing your feet to slip across the hideous hotel carpet and while it isn’t exactly fast, it’s hard. Deliciously hard. Hard enough to knock a grunt out of you every single time, the sound of the smack of his thighs hitting the backs of yours filling the room. He places his hands on your ass, one hefty slap across the left cheek, “Shit!” You quickly squeak out at the surprising slap. He watches the bright red welt in the shape of his hand take place. The skin raising angrily and he does it again on the other side, placing his hands over the marks, soothing the deliciously searing skin.
You start to grind back against him, trying to pick things up, “You really want fucked?” He asks you and you nod, burying your face in the blanket, “Words, sweetheart, I need words” he tells you and you lift your face up, “Please, please Barry” you tell him as he picks up speed again, brutally fucking you, every thrust sending stars and sparks to your vision leaning over your back to bite at your neck harshly, for a moment you fear he’s going to draw blood, but that thought quickly fades when he moves to lick down your back, sitting up and hooking two fingers in your mouth, pulling you up to him, pulling out of you and flipping you around to face him, kissing you hard, grabbing the pillow from before, and pressing it to your hips before guiding you back down again by your mouth. As you get comfortable on the bed again, he slides back into you again, picking up his brutal speed again, your legs wrapping around his hips to clasp your ankles behind his back. When you slip your tongue into his mouth he starts to suck on it lightly, his eyes rolling back when you scratch your nails up his back, moaning into him.
He breaks away from your mouth, sitting up and placing a hand on your lower stomach, pushing lightly and you feel everything heightened, the drag of his cock on your walls, the way the tip brushes your g-spot just right, his other hand reaching up to wrap his fingers around your throat again, pressing harder than before, but releasing quicker, letting you come up for air before dragging you back under making your head swim in a good way. Your hand wrapped firmly around his wrist to let him know if you needed up. You let your free hand travel down to rub fast circles on your clit as you start heading back toward the finish line.
You faintly feel things on the outside of your body as his hand remains around your throat, your thumb rubbing back and forth in the dip between his thumb and wrist, you barely register the way he’s carefully examining your face as he drills into you repeatedly, the moans coming from your own mouth sound like someone else with his fingers squeezing against your vocal cords, “Baby, I’m gonna cum” you tell him when he lets you up for air, letting your fingers spin quicker and quicker around your clit, he presses his hand harder against your stomach, stimulating you from the outside and moving his mouth back to your neck, switching between kissing you and whispering, “Cum for me, baby. Cum for me” over and over until you finally uncoil, tightening your legs around him and spasming below him, groaning deep.
He feels his body closely following yours, pulling out and jerking himself to completion, his warm cum spraying across your stomach and chest. He pumps himself a few more times, his cock twitching in his hand before he collapses beside you. Both of you breathing hard and waiting for the earth to stop spinning. He grabs your hand and laces your fingers together, your bodies cooling, his cum beginning to dry on your stomach and chest. You turn to face him, watching his chest heave and the bit of drool seeping into his greying facial hair before he licks his lips. You lean over and kiss him softly, slotting your lips and cupping his cheek.
After what feels like hours he gets up and pulls his boxers back on, putting on a cup of tea for you and walking off to the bathroom, grabbing a warm washcloth, and coming in to clean you up, swiping between your legs and over your torso until he was certain you were clean. You sat up when he took the cloth back to the bathroom, grabbing your tea and sitting back down beside you at the head of the bed, wrapping his arms around you with his chin on your head, “I wasn’t too rough was I?” He asks and you shake your head, “Just right” you tell him and he sits back, softly lifting your chin with his hand and inspecting your neck, making sure that there was no bruising, “I just…don’t want to hurt you” he says to you, applying a kiss to your forehead and holding you close.