Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez lemon - Stages to Ecstasy

            The most passionate of loves usually started out the same way. Before the ‘I love you’s’, and before the hidden attraction, there was usually a fair amount of dislike, and these relationships always held more than their fair share of anger.

            “Ugh, I hate him!”

            “She’s such a bitch!”

            For these two individuals, anger was their default setting. Uncomfortable situation? Be angry about it. Someone in your way? Get angry. Bored? Be angry at someone. Anger was their comfort zone, they felt alive in the crackling heat and deep thunder that rolled around them in waves. They felt anger at each other, and this anger had curdled into a viscous hatred.  

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            The next phase was not too far from this hatred, more, it was a slick petrol to fuel the angry pyre. They began to feel something other than anger towards each other, some emotion they couldn’t quite label. So naturally, they fell back even more on the only emotion they truly understood.  

            “He thinks just because he’s good looking that everyone will bow down to him! He’s not a real King, he does know that right? And does he always have to wear his jacket open like that?”

            “That bitch needs to be taught a lesson. She needs throwing up against a wall and fucking until she knows her place!”

            This stage was the one filled with restless nights, aching dreams, and many a cold shower. It was the one with heated glances that went unseen, eyes that roved skin but soon looked away.

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            Following this was the common stage of denial. That pounding need they felt could not be arousal. The quickened beating of their hearts must be from training. Their dreams must be from stress. These tell-tale signs must be symptoms of another emotion.

            “My blood boils just looking at him! I just want to slam him into a wall every time I see him!”

            “I just want to gag her every time she opens that loud mouth of hers! I’ve had enough with her nagging!”

But of course, denial couldn’t last forever.

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            After denial came the dreaded acceptance. Naturally, for this couple the realization was coupled with more of their delectable anger.

            “I can’t believe I like that arrogant prick! I bet he planned all of this, I bet he’s laughing his ass off right now!”

            “Damn she’s sexy, she just needs to shut up and not say anything, but damn she’s hot."

            Once acceptance had been reached there was only one logical step left. It was inevitable really, the two of them didn’t stand a chance.

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            A gasp fell from Jessica’s lips as her back was pushed into a wall. Grimmjow grinned his manic smile as he nipped at her neck, his body pressing against hers. The air around them was heavy, and rolling with anticipation. Grimmjow was still wearing his pants, but Jessica has no problem feeling him as he ground powerfully up into her.

            Jessica’s clothes had been disposed of quickly. Like the animal he was, Grimmjow had fisted them between in his large hands and tore them from her body. Scraps of cloth littered the ground and she was left bare to his hungry eyes.

            “Not so hard!” She hissed at him as his teeth sunk into her neck. Grimmjow ignored her, lapping at the wound. He hated her nagging. She thought she could tell him what to do, well now he’d put that voice to good use.

            She cried out as he gave a harsh roll of his hips, his hands tightening on that ass he loved. He admitted it, he was an ass man. He couldn’t get enough of the hot tight flesh between his fingers, and hearing the moans as he squeezed it tighter and tighter. Her legs were tight around his hips, and her hands were fisted in his hair. She found it surprisingly soft, like silk, not coarse like she imagined it. Not that it mattered as she wound her fingers in it, pulling on it, grounding herself.

            He captured her lips again in harsh and bruising kisses that left her gasping. She felt like she was falling, Grimmjow pushed her again and again and she just kept careening downwards. She would lose herself there soon, and Grimmjow would never let her forget it.

            Determined to change the situation, Jessica removed her hand from his hair and moved to a new, more exciting target. She didn’t play around, and she didn’t treat him lightly. Her hand stretched underneath his waistband and wrapped around his hard length, freezing his movements. Their eyes connected, both of them dangerous and darkened with lust. They were both pounding with need, but determined to make the other one give in first. Their breaths were heavy, and their heaving chests were the only thing moving between them.

            Grimmjow raised an eyebrow in challenge. What are you gonna do now? Jessica pumped him once and that eyebrow dropped. She did it again and the smug expression was wiped off his face. She was rough and callous, tugging at him the way she imagined he pulled at himself. He was leaned over her, hands moved from her behind to brace himself on the wall. She felt the heat of his hands on either side of her neck, and his face was so close to hers…

            She licked along his neck, her tongue tracing over the jaw on his cheek and feeling the shiver wrack through his body. He hardened even more under her fingertips and she couldn’t imagine just how painful it must be. Slowly, she leaned back on the wall, her legs untangling from his waist to hold her own weight. Then, she saw the gleam in his eyes as she slinked to her knees, only then breaking eye contact.

            She moved her eyes down past his pectorals and his clenching ab muscles, to the proudly standing proof of his manhood. She moved her hand a few more times, admitting how erotic it was to watch herself jerk him off, and to know that he was undoubtedly watching her do it. She leaned in, licking the slit and the pre-cum leaking out of it. Her hands both moved to his hips, thumbs brushing over the V bones that formed a landing strip to her current location.

            She gave one last long lick, from the base to the tip, her tongue pressing along the vein on the underside of him. And then, she made her move. Her mouth opened and sucked at the head before she bobbed down, taking him to the back of her throat. She stayed there, letting her throat relax around him and when she was ready, gave a powerful suck. She heard the groan that was pulled from deep in his chest, and felt his body move as he leaned closer to the wall, bracing himself on his forearms.

            This was even better than watching herself jerk him off. To have him towering over her, completely at her mercy, oh yes, this was much better. She moved quickly, not relaxing for a second. Her tongue swirled around him, her throat pulsing with every suck, her mouth vibrating with the moans she made as one hand moved down to slip fingers between her wet walls.

            His hips thrust at her, forcing himself deeper and deeper, faster and faster. His eyes were clenched shut, his pleasure rising to it’s peak… and then he stopped, ripping himself from her mouth. His breathing was harsh, it was close. A few more sucks and he would have been pulled over. Another day, he would finish in her pretty mouth, but today he had different plans.

            He turned back to her, fisting a hand in her hair as he pulled her to her feet. He pushed her to the side, and then turning her to her dresser. Jessica felt excitement pool at her core… she had no idea Grimmjow was this kinky.

            The hand on her head returned, roughly bending her at her waist before his hands smoothed over her bottom, caressing it in reverence before sheathing himself inside her in one deep thrust. Her hands braced herself on the edge of the desk, pushing her back into Grimmjow. He didn’t move, and at first she had a fleeting thought that he was letting her adjust to him, and then she realised. He was looking in the mirror on her dresser, the mirror about two feet from Jessica’s face. He was watching her parted lips and gasping breaths. He was watching the flurries of pleasure that crossed her face as he circled inside her. And then the moment was gone and he was pounding into her, her cries of ecstasy bounding around the room. His one hand ran up her spine, pressing down on each bone before circling and trailing its path back down. A brief stop at each nipple, a harsh pull at each, and then his fingers were at her clit, rolling and pinching in time with his thrusting hips. Her mind was hazy, thoughts floating around her until she felt a thumb brush the back of her hand.

            Grimmjow’s other hand had brushed down her arm and braced itself on the desk, right next to Jessica’s, who’s heart warmed at the sincere gesture in such a situation.

            She could feel herself rising fast, thanks to Grimmjow’s quick fingers and talented hips. He was already almost there, having been at that point since her tongue and mouth moments ago. He could feel her rising, tightening around him that drove him faster to his own release.

            “Ah, ahh- Grimmjow!!!!” She cried his name as he felt her insides spasm is release, he quickly followed her down.

            They tumbled onto her bed, sweaty and breathless from their ‘activities’

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            Sure, they were angry. Sure, it took a long time and a lot of stages for them to get to this point, but in the end only one thing really mattered. It led to some pretty, good, sex.