Don't Look Away update

“Fuck, Cass,” Steph breathed, sounding almost drunk with the contentment of having brought Cass to orgasm. “You taste like honey. Just as sweet as honey. Can’t get enough of you, babe…”

Steph brought Cass down from the heights, gently kissing her heated sex time and time again. Cass purred with contentment as she caressed Steph’s shimmering hair.

Steph brushed her lips along Cass’s thigh one last time, feeling the corded muscle there now totally slack. “Was it good for you?”

Cass grinned. “You know… it always… is…”

“Then how about another one? You could use another one. You’re still tense and I’m still hungry—“

Before Cass could protest, Steph was mouthing her clit again. She sucked insistently, taking the arousal that Cass already felt as fading embers and pouring gasoline directly onto it. Her lips closed around the button, then she caressed it with progressively firmer, faster licks. 

Cass latched her hands to Steph’s head. She felt as though a lit match was being held to her clitoris, the intensity of the feeling nearly too much, but the warmth just perfect. She gasped, now feeling Steph pushing the middle finger of her left hand into her sex. 

A moment later, Steph drilled a finger on her right hand into Cass’s asshole. Cass had to jam her fist into her mouth to keep from crying out. Steph playing with her ass and pussy swelled her clit, made it far too vulnerable. Even Steph’s soft swabbing of it with her tongue was overwhelming. But it felt too good to stop no matter how much it stung. Cass went cross-eyed and Steph hummed in delight as she tasted honey once more.

After that, they stretched out beside each other again. Steph petted Cass, caressed her. Cass didn’t seem to know how to reciprocate without the worry of hurting Steph, but Steph didn’t mind. She nuzzled against her lover, fondling her enough for the both of them, until she felt Cass quivering, heating up—ready for more.

“You do… too much,” Cass murmured. “You always… make me come…”

“And that’s the way I like it,” Steph replied, rolling Cass over onto her belly. “You’re my super-hot, cute as a button, amazing kung-fu girlfriend and I am going to give you all the orgasms I can.” She climbed over Cass, straddling the backs of her thighs. “You’re a bottom bitch, Cassie-poo. Just get used to the idea!”

Cass practically purred as Steph ran her hands lovingly down Cass’s back and along her sides, stopping at her hips. Steph fondled the slim waist of her girlfriend as if they were dancing. Then she leaned down to lick the back of Cass’s neck, plant soft kisses up to her ear, slide her tongue along Cass’s earlobe.

Cass lay motionless, still disbelieving that Steph could make her feel such things, not wanting to break the spell. She quivered with pleasure, letting Steph do whatever she wanted. Steph’s hands moved down to her ass. Cass groaned, then bit her lip in anticipation.

Steph’s fingers sensuously caressed the small, trim curves of Cass’s backside. Scooting back along Cass’s legs, Steph bent down to kiss the small of Cass’s back, then lower, lower. Until Cass was gasping, Steph’s hot tongue slithering into the valley of her ass. 

“It’s… really nice!” Cassandra gasped.

Steph giggled at Cass’s response and wiggled her face between Cass’s asscheeks. She loved turning Cass on like this. She peppered Cass’s hips with kisses, her lips covering every inch of Cass’s luscious ass before she rubbed her face between those silky globes again. She’d always loved Cass’s trim ass and even if Cass wasn’t keen on returning the favor, Steph didn’t care. Just so long as Cass let her play with those firm cheeks of hers. 

She clapped her hands onto Cass’s buttocks, giving them a good squeeze before she pulled them apart. Then she ran her tongue over Cass’s anus, lapped at it with broad strokes of her flattened tongue. Cass moaned and writhed in delight, jutting her ass up into the air as if to impale herself on Steph’s tongue. Steph moaned herself as she buried her face between Cass’s cheeks, arms wrapped around Cass’s hips to hold her in place as Steph ate her ass. How could she do anything else with such a delicious butt?

Steph’s daring tongue circled the rim of Cass’s puckered sphincter. She didn’t know how it was she could adore Cass so much, yet get off so hard on bullying her in bed, making her quiver and moan, until Cass had no choice but to cream right into her mouth. She guessed it was just the way she was wired. Luckily, Cass seemed to like it—it wasn’t as if Steph could make the ninja do anything she didn’t want to do.

Steph stiffened her tongue and pushed it into Cass’s asshole, clenching as she heard Cass squeal, felt her pump her ass against Steph’s mouth in response. She put her hand to Cass’s pussy and felt it surge, burn, squirt like a living creature. Cass was coming, coming from Steph tongue-fucking her asshole, and Steph loved it. Maybe that was why she liked topping Cass so much; because Cass came so hard when she did it.

Finally, Cass couldn’t take anymore. She wiggled away from Steph, twisting like a cat so she landed on her back. Her chest heaved as she looked up at Steph, a shaky smile on her face. Steph smiled back at her.

“Should we see if… the meeting… is over?” Cass asked.

Steph shook her head. She stretched out on her back and pulled her knees to her breasts. “First you have to be a good girlfriend. Sisters before misters, Cass.”

Cass went flush. She had hoped Steph would ask for that—adding that little kick of telling her what to do to the act. Sometimes she got so confused why Steph liked her, wanted to be with her, and she liked when Steph put it into words. Her body said she wanted Cass, but bodies said all sorts of things. She wanted Steph to pour it into her ears until her brain overflowed, like an entire bottle of wine poured into a small glass.

Steph’s body said she wanted Linda. Her mouth should say that she wanted Cass.

“How do I be… a good girlfriend?” Cass asked, only a small smirk at the corners of her lips showing that she was teasing. 

“You eat my pussy, Cass.” Steph extended her hand to her. “That’s how.”

Cass crawled over to Steph, taking her hand so that Steph helpfully pulled her the last few feet between her legs. She didn’t think about sex nearly as much as some people did, their body language always wanting, but when Steph turned her on, she needed it. She didn’t know how people lived, yearning for it and not getting it.

Cass knelt between Steph’s open legs. Her fingers flittered over Steph’s cuntlips, softly opening them. Bowing her head, Cass raked her mouth against Steph’s womanhood, kissing and licking and sucking. Gently at first, but as her excitement grew, she followed her appetite. Greedily devouring all she could of Steph’s cunt.

The taste pleased Cass immensely. She felt her own pussy tingling with pleasure, still so sensitive from how she’d come for Stephanie that it almost hurt to fill with lust again. She ran her tongue over Steph’s writhing slit and up to her clitoris, pushing back the protective hood with her lips. Steph’s clit rose up, stiffening like a beacon for Cass’s attention. Cass tantalized it a few times, moving it around with the tip of her tongue, then she loudly slurped it into her mouth.

“That’s it, Cassie, that’s good, so good!” Steph cried. “Suck it harder! I’m almost there! Don’t—hhhha, no, don’t stop! God, yes, keep—oh shit—yeah! I’m coming!”

Grabbing Cass’s head, she pulled her girlfriend’s face against her pussy, holding it there as her body roiled with spasms. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her chin fell slackly open as the pleasure rolled over her, wave after wave launched by nothing more than flicks of Cass’s tongue. 

As dominant as Steph could be, Cass knew exactly how to get her off. It was like fucking a vibrator that had been custom-made for the exact size and shape of her pussy. Only a vibrator couldn’t sigh as lustfully as Cass did over tasting Steph’s cream.

“Now we’re done, I think,” Steph murmured woozily when her pussy didn’t feel so full and creamy anymore. It was still slick, electrically slick, but that could wait. Anymore stimulation and she felt like her clit might fly right off of her.

They dressed, then checked outside the stockroom again. The motion-sensitive bug had gone off several times without them noticing, which Steph would not apologize for. If she could pay attention to some little Twitter notification while she was eating Cass out, then she definitely wasn’t doing it right.

The important thing was that all the Dick Tracy bad guys who controlled crime in Gotham were gone, leaving the Penguin on his own. They made a quick sweep of the premises; Cobblepot couldn’t have gone far. 

Cass held them up at a corner. She showed Steph what she’d sensed in a small mirror held around the corner. Two guards in front of one of those single-person bathrooms. Steph considered it a safe assumption that Cobblepot had stopped there to take care of business, with his bodyguards making sure that no one caught him with his pants down.

They put on ski masks and gloves. Steph gave Cass a quick kiss before she lowered the mask over her mouth, then they rushed the bodyguards. Cass took out hers with one surgically precise blow to the solar plexus. Steph tackled hers to the ground and then rammed his head against the floor. It mostly worked—he was still groaning after and Cass snapped a quick kick against his temple, which maybe finished the job. Or, Steph told herself, Cass was just being overprotective.

They squared up in front of the door.

“Okay, Batgirl,” Steph said. “Open it.”

Cass looked at her. “I don’t… want to…”

“What do you mean, you don’t want to? He’s a source! We have to squeeze him.”

“Going to… bathroom,” Cass pointed out. “Don’t want to… squeeze him…”

Steph opened her mouth to retort, but Cass raised a good point. She wasn’t real eager to confront the Penguin as he used the crapper—not without hazmat protection. No, not even then. 

God, most of the Gotham rogues were crazy. Who knew how hygienic they were? At least Penguin was all pretentious and fastidious. They could probably trust him to use moist wipes, wash his hands with soap, the whole nine yards.

Steph nodded after a moment. “We’ll wait.”

“Again?” Cass asked quizzically. “But we just…”

“Not that kind of waiting. Although what’s the problem with that? Now that you’ve gotten your rocks off, you’ve had your fill of me?” Steph demanded.

“No… don’t feel sexy…” Cass nodded her head to the bathroom. “Penguin’s in there… doing things.”

“Kay, that’s reasonable. Let’s just move the bodyguards. They’ll look suspicious.”

There was a janitor’s closet nearby. They pulled the limp bodies to it. Which was all well and good for Cass, who had been raised from birth to have core strength. Steph, on the other hand, was reminded of why humanity had invented carts. 

“Where’s Tim when you need him?” she asked, as Cass came back to help her with the body. “My guy was bigger. I’m sure he has like two pant sizes on your guy.”

The toilet flushed inside the bathroom.