When Amy Met Army

The line between fighting and fucking was a blurry one in the AFW, and Army felt like it was growing blurrier by the second. If it wasn't for the pythons constricting around his waist, he might have thought this was something more intimate than a brawl, that they were about to have a slightly different sort of fun in this shady backalley. Her tongue only made that thought more real, and he shivered as she dragged it up his neck and spoke heated words right into his ear, so hot that he could have sworn she was setting his brain on fire.

"And I like when you lick my neck." He returned the favor by placing a few gentle kisses along her shoulder and throwing in a bite as a bonus. "I really like it."

He would have liked to enjoy it a little more, too, but she had other, more painful plans, like sticking his head under her shoulder and securing a lock. She had a good grip and she wouldn't be letting go anytime soon...not without the proper incentive. As much as he loved the way she was licking his fingers clean, he had to put a stop to it.

Army brought his hand up to rub her ass and give it a good squeeze, before he reared back and threw a hard hook into her ribs. It was an awkward angle, but he still managed to get some decent power into it.

The punch dug into her side, making Amy groan into Army's fingers. Her grips around his head and midsection loosened significantly, but she didn't care. She pulled Army's hand from her mouth, annoyed. "What the fuck, Army?"

Then it hit her. Oh yeah, they were fighting. But somewhere between Army's teeth sinking into her shoulder and his groping of her ass, her body had transitioned from combat mode to one of arousal.

Amy disengaged Army's head from her lock, then grabbed him roughly by the chin and studied his eyes. Amy's heart beat in her head. Her breathing was deep and shallow all at once, and she felt hot all over.

Then she spoke, her voice trembling slightly. "New rule: orgasm counts as a submission." Without waiting for Army's agreement or protest, Amy engaged him in a deep kiss. Fuck what he thinks.

There was a weird, awkward moment after Amy yelled at him where army was extremely confused as to exactly what was going down here. For such a little thing, she could put a lot of bass in her voice, and when she pulled away from him he had a puzzled look, staring back at her with furrowed brows.

Army scanned Amy. Amy scanned Army. He wasn't sure what was going through her head, but he could make some educated guesses. They seemed to be on the same wavelength, and even though they'd only known each other a short time, it was pretty clear there was some potential here for more than just a little tussle. Something heavier. Something hotter.

Army would have given her some hearty agreement to the new rule, but he suddenly found that his mouth was full of her tongue, roaming around deep inside and swirling about. His own tongue did the same and slid along hers, as he pushed into her and their teeth clashed.

Now that they were clear on where everything stood, Army decided to get a little more adventurous. His hand slid under her shirt and rolled along her skin, snaking its way along until it found a pert and perky breast to grab. Amy didn't have the biggest breasts in the AFW by any stretch of the imagination, but all the same, they felt good in his hand. He gave them an appreciative squeeze, the beginning of a sensual massage.

"You sure?" He pulled away for a moment just to tease her, but kept his mouth close to hers. "I bet  you're close to the edge already. Easy win."

It was turning out to be a pretty amazing day for Amy. When she'd started out, she was prepared to be satisfied with a baseball game she couldn't really see, followed by a drunken night at home alone; takeout from the place down the street that does the tempura, watching movies she didn't understand, maybe making an obnoxious crank call or two to Nathan. And now here she was, fresh off a good fight, seeded with bruises, and dueling tongues with the person that put them there. Life was so weird.

Army's taunt made her laugh, though her laughter was intermittently interrupted by gasps as Army's hands worked over her breasts. "You could use the handicap. I fuck like a dream." She leaned in to briefly catch Army's lips again before standing up, her hands deftly undoing the button on her jeans. Then they got started on the buttons on her shirt. "Strip."

Army felt like he had a deal with God. God would throw lots of crap in his life. Stuff like Jackie, people like Clyde, annoying little stumbling blocks for him to trip over. A lot of times, life would suck. But, in exchange, every once in a while, when things looked to be at their suckiest, God would throw an incredibly hot girl his way. And then, just for a little while, life was awesome again.

Army liked that deal.

"Pfft. You're all talk." He barely managed to get the words out before Amy's lips met his again, a quick kiss to tide them over while they did away with all the unneeded clothing. She gave him the order, but he'd already started to take his clothes off when she began to rise. The shirt was off and the pants followed next. It was a little chilly out, but it wouldn't have mattered if it was below freezing. This was happening. Period.

He kicked off his shoes and laid back, easing his bare back onyo the hard cement as his chest went on full display. He curled his finger her way and smirked. "Get back down here, pretty girl."

Amy finished stripping, now completely naked except for her socks. She raised her arms and stretched, arching her back, and letting Army get a good look at her tight, lithe little body.

Amy smiled coyly at Army's invitation. Now that they were firmly on the same page, Amy didn't feel any need to rush. She sauntered over to where Army lay prone, swaying her hips with each step. She placed her clothes in two piles on either side of Army's hips, then she arched her leg wide and sat down facing Army's legs, her knees resting on her clothes, and her ass directly atop his chest, giving Army the best view possible.

She started by running her hands across Army's abs and thighs, marveling at their firmness. Finally, she reached under his briefs and pulled out his cock. "My, my," she mused before giving the tip a kiss. She reached in between Army's pecs and her own legs, gasping as her fingers brushed against her slit. She pulled them out, and, with her newly slicked fingers, began to stroke Army's manhood, slowly at first, long pulls from base to tip.

Army appreciated the opportunity to look at Amy's body, and he smiled at the sight. She was smaller than most of the girls he'd been with, a petite little thing, but he already knew that a first glance wasn't enough to really see what she was working with. You had to look closer, notice how firm the muscles around her leg were, see how hard it was to find an inch of fat. Powerful without looking powerful. That was dangerous. That was sexy.

He sighed as she sat down and went to work, letting her magic hands do their thing and explore his body. Army figured the gentemanly thing to do would be to return the favor - after all, she had a body worth feeling, too, and it wasn't right for him to sit back and not give back as good as he took. He ran his hands over her as gave it a firm squeeze on both side, digging his fingers in deep before he brought his lips into the picture. A kiss here, a kiss there. A bite here, a bite there. Teasing and testing.

Of course, Amy wasn't content for them to just lie there, was she? No, she was active, and even though Army gasped as she started to work his dick, he wasn't surprised. But this was still a competition and he still did want that goddamn ball. As tempting as it was, he couldn't simply take it. He had to retaliate.

He reached around her thigh and found her sex. It wasn't hard, he just had to wait until he found the hottest, wettest thing on her body, and when he did, he let his fingers slid over it, running right down the slit and threatening to plunge.

Army’s reactions were encouraging, to say the least. She enjoyed the way he touched her; she moaned as his curious hands danced across her body, and bucked once with a gasp when his mouth joined in on the fun. Enthusiastically, she enlisted her second hand to help in her work, adding an occasional divergent twist to her strokes.

Then she felt his fingers reach for her between her legs, grazing, teasing, hovering about her mound, and her body gave an involuntary shudder. Army’s chest was already wet with her juices, and her pussy was aching for his touch. Do it! she wanted to beg. “Do it,” she managed challengingly. Then she brought her head down and engulfed his shaft in her mouth.

BArmy was starting to think Amy had him screwed in more ways than one, here. She had the 'fight' pretty much all on her own terms, and catching up wasn't going to be an easy task. Not when she was working on him with both her hands, molding his manhood like fine pottery between her dexterous fingers, pulling him closer and closer to the climax.

But then she brought her mouth into the equation. From that point on, he knew it was a losing battle.

He tried to say something cocky, throw a joke in, but whatever he would have said got lost in his throat as her mouth covered him. He shuddered just as hard as she had a moment ago, and it served as a subtle reminder that he wasn't the only one on the verge. Amy was there, too, and it was a simple matter of who got pushed off, first. They were both going.

Army took Amy's dare and dove into her sex, plunging three fingers in to start and running them down the sides. He would have preferred - and loved - to use his tongue, but the position wouldn't allow for that. No big deal. His  mouth was busy enough, as he dragged his teeth down her ass.

“Hanh!” Amy lifted her head off of Army’s cock and shut her eyes tight, a jolt of sensation electrifying every nerve in her body. Her hands continued to twist and pull as if on instinct, but the rest of her body gave a violent and telling tremble.

Amy thought she was prepared for Army’s assault. No, scratch that, she had been prepared. She had been prepared to ride one, then maybe two fingers to a slow build, an intimate stroll toward climax. Starting with three sudden rough fingers inside her, however, and being worked with expert dexterity- at least, as expert as Army could manage from that position- and with his teeth playing on whatever surface he could reach, she felt like she was hop, skip, and jumping toward the edge.

“Fffff...uck.” Amy moaned as she lowered her head down again. She moaned openly now, and, with every exhale, her lips vibrated around Army’s cock. Amy doubled her efforts, accelerating her both of her hands and her head, as she felt her body start to prepare for release.