Gambling with time

Cass brandished her taser stick and stepped around Quill, smiling at the guard who looked relieved to see backup. But instead of helping, she lashed out with the taser. The shocked guard stepped back just in time and managed to duck out of her way.

“What are you doing?”

A wave of guilt flooded her at his words, but she couldn’t stop now. The Kree and Ronan were out there. And they needed to pay.

Grimacing, she twirled the taser gun over her shoulder and lashed out. The guard blocked her swing, locking his arm to keep the voltage at a safe distance.

“What I have to,” Cass mumbled, deactivating the stick. She let her arm go limp and used the surprise to bring her other fist down toward his face. The guard tried to dodge her punch, but the move put him right where she wanted him and she used the momentum to toss him off the catwalk.

A pained scream reached her ears and she winced. They weren’t far enough up for him to have more than a broken leg, and it was far from the worst she’d done, given her time working undercover for SHIELD, but she still felt guilty.

When she turned back to Quill, his eyes were wide and a slight grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Wow.”

“‘Wow’?” What the hell was he talking about? “You know I’m trained to fight, right?”

The smile took over his features. “Yeah, but that…was hot. Scary hot.”

And flirty Quill was back! She’d known him for a grand total of a day and a half and he was already hot and cold and hot again. “Just get your ass in gear, Quill.”

The day had been gruelling and long, with patrons coming and going in their flocks due to the beating sun. The small, family owned arcade you worked at along the shore was rustic and had that old timey feel, yet still managed to pull in the younger crowd. You loved it, loved the job, loved the area, your colleagues, but your boss was something else entirely.

Jake Jensen had taken over for his father a few years ago, now the sole owner of the little amusement hall like his father and his father before him. A shared passion that passed down the generations and kept the small business alive. You loved how excited Jake got when a new machine or game dropped, how animated he became as he spoke about the ins and outs of different mechanics or genres.

He was gorgeous and kind and had that geeky boyish charm that you craved. The problem was, he was also completely oblivious to the way he made you feel. To the way your thighs clenched when he got too close or the way saliva pooled in your mouth when he'd lift the edge of his tee to wipe the sweat from his brow, revealing his sculptured vee that dipped down beneath his jeans.

You wanted him, more than anything and you had dropped hint after hint in an attempt to get what you wanted, but Jake remained unphased or maybe unbothered. You hoped it was just his blissful unawareness of women and not that he just wasn't interested in you, but you didn't know how much longer you could hold out before you gave up.

"Busy today huh boss?" You purred with a smirk, leaning over his desk whilst pushing your boobs together in an attempt to get his attention.

"Yeah, busier than usual." He muttered over his computer, not even glancing up from the screen as usual.

You internally huffed in annoyance, wondering just how much more obvious you needed to be.

"You want me to fill up the coin pushers tonight?" You offered, biting down on your lip as you looked over the object of your desires.

"Please that would really help." He agreed as his fingers worked over the keyboard and his brows furrowed at the screen.

"No problem." You sighed, turning on your heel and shaking your head at your own stupidity.

"Hey." He called from behind you, as you reached the door and your whole body stilled, heart hammering as you dared a glance over your shoulder to see Jake looking back at you with a smile on his gorgeous plush lips.

"Yeah?" You replied, breath hitching in anticipation.

"Did you know the first pusher was invented in 1964 in the UK?" Jake grinned, clearly enthusiastic about yet another lesser known fact.

"No that's interesting." You swallowed, stamping down the lump in your throat. God he was impossible.

"Yeah I thought so too." Jake chuckled before turning back to his computer.

The answer looked clearer now than ever before, you just weren't his type, he wasn't interested or maybe you hadn't been nearly bold enough.

You decided there and then, one more push and you'd never say anything again, you'd take the rejection and your dignity and push down the feelings for him that had been festering for months.

"Cool well...I'll get on that...." You smiled, "But if you need me to help take a load off anywhere else, or just, take a load, let me know."

With that you walked out of the office door, hearing a scrape of a chair and a muttered voice behind you.

"I will." Jake answered before his brows raised and he looked up at the empty doorway with a lump in his throat, quickly shoving himself from his chair. "Wait what?"

You approached the first of many coin pushers, tapping your left hand down on the glass as you looked down, in an attempt to assess what it needed, despite your mind reeling at the devastation of Jake not wanting you.

Your right hand slipped into your back pocket to collect your master keys when you felt a hand on your wrist stilling you and a body slowly push up against your back.

"Please," Jake rasped against your ear with a shaky voice, "Tell me I took that how you meant it."

You pressed your ass back against him, feeling him already hard against you as a low strangled growl escaped his throat.

"It feels like you did." You breathed as your own heart sped up and arousal pooled in your panties.

"Thank fuck." Jake groaned, desperately grabbing the waistband of your trousers and yanking them down along with your underwear.

You barely had time to register what was happening before his cock was buried in your cunt, hands pressed flat against the top of the machine and his nose buried in the crook of your neck while your pussy pulsed around him with need.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." He groaned, slipping his cock from you to thrust back in to the hilt.

Your hips snapped against the harsh glass corners of the pusher, hands now pressed flat next to Jake's to keep yourself on your toes, but you didn't care, because he was finally inside you, stretching you in a way you'd never felt before, like he was always supposed to carve out his space inside you.

"I've been dropping enough hints." You moaned.

"You have?" Jake squeaked in surprise.

"Uh huh." You nodded feebly, voice raspy and broken while he pummeled himself inside you, "Almost daily for the last couple months."

"Shit I'm such a dumbass." Jake groaned, slipping his hands from the glass and sliding them under your t shirt, taking hold of your hips, "Been jerking off at home to the thought of you when I could of been having you this whole time."

"Exactly." You smirked.

"Did you think about me too?" He moaned, dragging his nose along the exposed skin of your neck, inhaling you as he finally took you.

You only groaned in response, even more aroused at the idea of him stroking his cock to the thought of you.

"Tell me?" He pleaded, again, pressing a single kiss to your neck.

"I did." You gasped.

"Oh fuck." He grunted, forehead dropping down onto your shoulder, "Not gonna be a dumbass from now on."

"Please." You begged, unsure whether it was in response to what he'd said or the fact your stomach was tightening and your body was pulsing as an orgasm built.

"Gonna keep you so full." He groaned as his hips continued slamming against your ass, "Take you out back between shifts."

"God." You groaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Your head dropped back, landing against his shoulder and Jake took the opportunity to start placing rushed kisses to your neck, jaw and cheek.

"Yeah you like that idea?" He murmured against your cheek, "You wanna be mine?"

"It's all I want." You breathed.

"Well you're mine now kitten." He promised, hands tightening on your hips, "All mine."

"Yes Jake." You cried as your body began to shake in preparation for release, blood pumped to your ears and your eyes closed, ready to be taken by the bliss.

"You're so fucking perfect." Jake grunted, "Feels so good."

"Don't stop." You begged in a whisper.

"I won't. Fuck." He rasped, "Gonna make you feel so good."

His cock continued slamming into you, the sounds of skin slapping skin and hushed moans filled the empty arcade as the smell of musk and sex surrounded you both.

"Please. So close." You panted, fingers twitching against the glass, desperate for something to hold on too.

"Let go kitten, cum for me." Jake grunted, hips speeding up in excitement at your upcoming orgasm.

"Fuck." You practically yelled when you finally came. Your pussy gushed around his cock, eyes glazing and body flooding with heat.

"That's it. Shit." Jake groaned shakily as his own orgasm began to take route, "Gripping me so hard, fuck, gonna bust."

He quickly pulled out with a groan, spilling warm cum all over your ass as the pussy clenched around nothing but cold air.

Your torso collapsed over the glass, chest heaving as you panted, trying to catch your breath with a smile on your face.

"Holy shit." Jake panted, dropping his forehead between your shoulders, wet half hard cock sticking against your ass, "That was amazing."

"Yeah." You smiled.

"You mean it?" He asked shyly, sliding his palms up and down along your sides, "Are you mine now?"

"Yeah I am." You grinned.

"Thank fuck." He grunted and you let out a giggle.

Jake pressed a kiss to your back before pulling himself up behind you. You pressed your palms to the glass, pushing your body up as Jake's hands circled your waist, pulling you close to him with his chin on your shoulder.

"Oh hey, we need more prizes in here." You said, looking through the glass as your hands clasped over his arms.

"So we do." Jake smirked.

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