#rbatz

Your fingers brushed gently against your folds and you heard his breath hitch with the anticipation. The poor man was ravenous already, absolutely destitute. You let a small sigh fall from your lips and the look in his eyes said he'd do anything. One of your fingers started circling your clit as you spread your legs a little wider for show.

Bruce could feel how hard he was; all the blood in his body was pooling at his groin and for the world's greatest detective all his mind would allow was one thought. Touch me. He'd practically begged you on that rooftop. Fell to pieces like a puppy. He tried to sound intimidating at first, but without the cowl he wasn't Batman. He was just Bruce Wayne, the recluse, and now Bruce Wayne, the pervert. You didn't make much fuss of who he was or why he was there. The who or why didn't interest you when you saw how desperate he was, how submissive.

A finger slipped between wet folds into your eager pussy. You decided on a slow rhythm, so he could watch. His eyes followed your fingers mesmerized. He wanted it so bad. Wanted to slip between those velvet thighs and bury deep into that pulsing warmth. He could imagine it with terrifying detail, how good you'd feel. It made him ache. One of his hands let go of the chair and slid to where his cock strained against his trousers. He was avoiding eye contact. Instead choosing to focus on the beautiful show you were making of yourself.

"Don't," you warned and his blue eyes snapped to yours. "No touching."

His hand slid back to the chair and he lowered his sheepish gaze to your nimble fingers, two of them now pumping in and out of that slick heat, lips plump with arousal.

"Good boy."

He practically fucking moans when you say it.

"You like that, don't you? Like being a good boy for me?"

"Yes," it's raspy and said through gritted teeth. There's some shame there, something not too sure about what he's admitting to but it doesn't matter. You have him enraptured as you quicken your pace and let soft moans escape your lips. You look at him; this feral excuse of a man, with wet hair plastered around his face and a look in his eyes like this is all he's ever cared about. You can't help it.

"Come here."

He's stood by you in a literal second, practically jumping from the chair like an excited kid and you can't help but let out a giggle. He's so awkward the way he stands there, waiting for your next instruction. He still has on his big jacket and whatever hoodie is underneath. His hands are wrapped like a boxers. He's wet from the rain.

"Do you want to touch me?"

The look in his eyes is enough but you hear a desperate "Yes."

He's still standing like a wild animal backed into a corner, like he doesn't know where to start or how to touch.

"On your knees, baby."

His eyes flutter shut momentarily and you hear the slight moan that elicits. He drops like a man out to pray to his God, like someone devout, and he is in wonder of the blessings he is about to receive.

"You can have a taste," you lift your dripping fingers to his lips and he clasps your hand tightly before pressing his tongue to them. He makes a show of his own, starring up at you with those blue eyes as he sucks your fingers clean. What a tease. Pretending he's shy behind those lashes, fluttering them at you with all the innocence of a sweet thing when he's a voyeur on rooftops by night. All that shyness melts away as he licks each finger slowly.

"Good boy," you pet his cheek fondly. He does have such a handsome face. "Now, make me feel good."

A command you didn't have to give twice. His tongue was on you, in you, in seconds. Wide, broad strokes and desperate licks consumed every inch of you. He was ravenous. He wanted to bury himself in you completely. At one point it was like a man consumed, a silent sermon before a single witness. You moaned and ran your fingers through his damp hair, slightly scratching his scalp. You grabbed a few strands and with your new grip, thrusted your hips into his face. His reaction was to slip his arms underneath you to drag you closer.

He was a man possessed; so eager to please. It didn't take long before you were coming undone, legs clamped around him, practically suffocating in your grasp, and he loved it. Loved every second. A tight knot in your belly grew tighter and tighter until it came undone in one long moan. He kept going, licking and sucking and pawing at your abused clit, eating you into over-stimulation.

When you finally reached your hand down to lift his chin he was smeared in you.