Those Long Gotham Nights 5

Bruce found Diana in the near-empty cocktail lounge, even the bartender discreetly keeping to the shadows. Their fingers touched as they both reached for the bottle of gin she was pouring from. He felt a wrathful energy coming off her, not the usual electric contact. Still, Diana didn’t shy away from the casual touch. She let their bodies brush together as they stood at the bar next to one another, berating him with how stiffly she held herself.

“You and Audrey,” Diana muttered, raising her glass to her lips.

“I wouldn’t call it that,” Bruce said.

“What would you call it?” she demanded.

“A passing dalliance. And you’re one to talk. She’s been hanging off you like a new pet all evening.”

“I’m not getting her pregnant,” Diana protested.

“Neither am I.”

“Did you use protection?”

“Something like that.”

“Well, you should let Audrey know. She thinks you’re going to be the father of your child.”

Bruce, taking a sip from his glass at that moment, choked on it a little. Diana’s lips twisted up with a smile.

He coughed to clear his throat. “If she does,” he wheezed, “she’s very confident in herself. We haven’t met before tonight.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“It’s the truth.”

“She said she’d found someone to help her birth a heir for Kaznia. Next thing I know, you show up at the restaurant we’re going to. What am I supposed to think?”

“Maybe that I’m not here for her,” Bruce confessed.

Diana felt herself smiling beguilingly at him. She didn’t mean to but, somehow, she couldn’t seem to help herself. She turned to him and arched her back as well, her full breasts thrust out at him, inviting his admiration, maybe even his touch. “Too bad. She’s quite attractive. And a princess.”

Bruce shrugged. “Royals. Just people who are born lucky and then lord it over everyone else. They should’ve gone out with cloaks.”

“You have something against cloaks?” Diana asked, amused.

“When you wear them.” His voice lowered. “A body like yours shouldn’t be covered up.”

Her eyelashes fluttered. “Are you offering to uncover it?”

“Any time, any place.”

“Like where?” Diana asked, still playing coy.

It was then that Audrey emerged from the restroom, washed up, straightened up, skin its normal creamy tone. She had composed herself as befitted a royal, showing no sign that Bruce had sodomized her minutes ago—or how much she’d enjoyed it.

“Bruce,” she said, placing a set of dainty fingers on Bruce’s shoulder, “I think I’ll take my leave. Why don’t you make it official and give me a tour of the city? You’ve already shown me so much…”

“I’m sure he has,” Diana murmured, unimpressed. She turned back to the bar and refilled her glass.

Bruce brushed Audrey’s hand away. “I think I’ll finish my drink with Diana. I paid enough for bottle service.”

“I don’t think it will end up satisfying you,” Audrey said, voice heavy with meaning. “I’ve already tried it. You have your fill of it quite soon.”

Diana twisted to face her. “Now wait a minute, Audrey…”

“Why?” Audrey wrapped her arms around Bruce’s thick bicep. “I came out to enjoy myself. Why must you always disapprove?”

“I don’t disapprove. I worry, while you act like a spoiled child!”

“I’m spoiled? You’re the one who gets everything she wants! No sooner have I laid eyes on a man then you’ve stolen him! Is it any wonder I don’t want to tell you who will be giving me an heir?”

“I hardly stole him! Bruce makes his own decisions!”

“Diana’s right,” Bruce interjected, pulling his arm away from Audrey and instead resting a calming hand on her shoulder. “Trust me, I can tell when a woman is throwing herself at me. She hasn’t been.”

“Oh, but I have?” Audrey asked, now irate with him. She slapped his hand off her body. “I’m some slut that now you’ve had your fun with, so you’re moving onto a new conquest?”

“I never said you were a slut—”

“You said exactly those words when your cock was up my ass!”

“Oh, in Hera’s name, Audrey!” Diana interrupted. “Don’t you know a bit of dirty talk when you hear it?”

Audrey wheeled on her, red-faced. “So you have been with him before!”

“I…” Diana was taken aback, trapped in one of those little white lies she had to abide by to protect her friends’ secrets. “I’ve been with other men who… talk that way…”

“You’re so full of shit!” Audrey sneered. “Are you his girlfriend? Is that it? And now that he’s had his fun with me, you want him back for the night?”

“I am not his girlfriend,” Diana said in complete honesty—but her eyes darted to Bruce to catch his reaction. His poker face smoldered away, displaying nothing more than frustration at the argument. 

“Well, you’re certainly not mine!” Audrey cried, stomping off.

Diana hastened after her. “Audrey, wait—“

Bruce caught her arm, pulling her to a stop. “Let her go, Diana.”

Diana ripped her arm out of his grip. “Why should I?”

“Because you’re only fixating on her to get away from me.”

Diana sniffed disdainfully. “And why did you fuck her?”

“The same reason you did. Because I wanted to.”

“She’s my friend!”

“You don’t fuck all your friends.”

“Is this about us?” Diana demanded. “Do you think us fucking makes us more than friends?”

“You’re still here. You’re letting her go. What does that make us?”

Diana shook her head. “You’re unbelievable. A true narcissist. I think you fucked her for the same reason you fucked me, as a sop to your enormous ego.”

“We’ll see.”

Bruce walked out onto the balcony. The cocktail lounge was mostly deserted, but the balcony was entirely empty—the cold and the late hour and the sound of sirens and shots driving people indoors, if not home.

Diana followed him out, no more acknowledging the coolly howling wind through the manmade canyons than Bruce did. They stood among the jewels of the city, the lit windows and neon signs in the distance, breaking the night into a thousand jagged pieces.

“See what?” Diana demanded of him, clearly angling for the last word in the argument.

Bruce grinned smugly. “Who goes after who. I notice you let Audrey get away.”

Diana scoffed. “You’re a child.”

Bruce reddened, his cheeks getting as flustered as he ever got. “I’m the one who told you I came here to see you. You preferred to play games.”

“Told me—you didn’t tell me anything!” Diana argued. “You flirted with me! That’s not any kind of admission!”

“I thought I could trust you to be perceptive. Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“No, but it would be considerate of you to say it out loud!”

“Because you’re so open and honest?”

“Yes! I am! You’re just so emotionally constipated that you’d rather give up on me—and I’m fucking Wonder Woman—instead of discussing your feelings!” Bruce started to say something, but Diana cut him off. “No! Wait! I forgot! You don’t just blow me off. You fuck my friend!”

“I should think you, of all people, would realize how much Audrey wants to be fucked.”

Diana could’ve ripped her hair out until she was bald. “I think you would actually prefer to win an argument with me than have sex. That’s how twisted you are.”

“I can do both.”

“Prove it.”

Bruce kissed her hard then, the beachhead of an invasion. His hands wickedly caressed her body as she absorbed the intensity of his kiss, making her moan into his mouth. He kept his lips pressed to hers as his wicked hands moved down her body, under her skirt. She felt them on her toned thighs, heard the slight rustle of fabric as he disturbed the interior of her dress, and then the searing heat of his touch was burning through her filmy panties.

“Still angry that I fucked Audrey?” Bruce asked. “You shouldn’t be. Her ass feels like nothing compared to hers. It’s flat and hard. Yours is nice and soft. A nice, fat, delicious ass just for me to get my hands on.”

“Think you can turn me on with a little dirty-talk?” Diana asked him.

“I think I can get you off with some dirty-talk,” Bruce retorted. “Me feeling you up, that’s what’s supposed to arouse you.” He slid his hands inside her panties, touching the bare flesh of her plump ass, squeezing and molding it with his big, strong fingers. “Yeah, Diana, you’ve got a real sweet ass. Even those panties you call a costume don’t do it justice. I’ve been waiting a long time for an ass as beautiful as yours.”

“Not t-too long,” Diana quipped, trying to hold back her moans. “You fucked Audrey… ten minutes ago.”

“I finished fucking her ten minutes ago,” Bruce corrected her. “I started fucking her twenty minutes ago.”

“Not much—ohh--time for fuh-f-foreplay. Unhh!”

“I work fast.”

His hands pried apart her firm buttocks, let her feel his middle finger as he pushed to her anus. She finally sensed the pad of his finger cross over her asshole, nudge into the sphincter, push and push despite the tightness, despite how her body was set on not giving in…

“Great Hera… Hera, Bruce,” Diana moaned. “You certainly do work fast… too damn fast… before I have time for, ghh… my better judgment!”

“Your better judgment isn’t making you come.”

Diana gasped, feeling him slip his finger into her rectum, taking her all the way to his knuckle. Her juices gushed from her, soaking her panties in one liquid moment. They kept getting wetter and warmer as Bruce plunged his finger in and out of her anus, wearing it down in fits and starts of pleasure. Diana knew it would only be a matter of time until she was so slack she’d be able to take his cock.

“How do you like that, Diana?” Bruce asked of her, voice rattling his chest where it was pressed against her tits. “How do you like having my finger in your fat ass, getting it ready for my cock?”

“Fuck, Hera, yes!” Diana moaned. “I like it! Oh shit!”

“How do you think it’s going to feel when my prick’s up your ass? When I’m fucking you until your bowels are full of my cum? Do you think you’ll be able to take it? Because it seems like you can barely take my finger—not without coming so hard you shred those sweet, innocent panties.”

Diana gasped. “For the strong—ooh!—silent… type! You really enjoy hearing yourself, guuh, talk!”

“You’re the one with your pussy leaking down your thighs. I’d say you’re enjoying it more than me.”