Behavioral Therapy

"You drink a lot."

"Oh, fuck off, kid." Jessica scoffed, defensively. If glares could kill. "I have a lot to deal with, let me have a fucking coping mechanism."

"I'm just trying to help, you know that." The tension drained from her slightly, and she nodded. "You want me to help. You want to feel better. Don't you?"

"Of course I do. I just don't see how you'd do that by pulling me along like a puppet on a string." Jessica explained, "Sure, you could tell me not to drink. But you'd have to tell me that twice a day, wouldn't you? And I'd just feel like shit."

"I'm not so sure about that." I said, smiling slightly. "You could do something else to take the edge off instead of drinking. Right?"

"I could..." She agreed absently.

"What else helps? What exactly is it that you get from it? Be honest." Knowing how she thought about it should help formulate my suggestions.

Jessica's eyes cleared, darting between the bottle of whiskey and me, before she smirked slightly. "Sex. Helps me not think about all of the bad shit, and forget for a while. Just be in the moment."

Her smirk faltered a little when I grinned back, only slightly embarrassed, "I think I can work with that."

"Hey, don't get any ideas, kid-"

"Let's stop it with the 'kid' thing, alright? At least when it's just you and me." I cut her off. That one took pretty easily, which made me even more sure she was just doing it to annoy me.

"**** is a bad coping mechanism." That wasn't a popular idea with her. "It just leaves you oversleeping and hung over. Can't do your work as well." Slight nod. I'd kind of been guessing, since she was powered, so it was a good sign. "Sex is much better, isn't it?" Easy.

"When you need to forget for a while, you want to get fucked."

"Uh-huh..." Was her breathing getting heavier?

"By me." I added, and it brought immediate resistance, but not something I didn't think I could overcome.

"Y-you find me very attractive." Conflict, but not rejection. "You see me as a man. A man who can give you what you need." Nod, nod. Getting rid of that age gap hang up.

"That is attractive, isn't it? So you find me very attractive." It takes hold. "When you feel that you need to forget for a while, you don't want to drink..." Strong aversion, but - "Instead you want to get fucked. Hard. By me. Isn't that right?"

"Y-yes." She breathed.

"You need to get fucked. Used. That feels good, doesn't it? Makes you forget about all the bullshit." Nod, nod, nod. "And you know I can give you what you need."

Jessica was flushed, breathing heavier, nodding as she bit her full lower lip.

"When you want to forget for a while, you need me to fuck you." Agreement. Not enthusiastic, but getting there. "Getting fucked by me is much better than drinking." Conflict, but - "You won't get a hangover from bouncing on my cock. It will feel so good."

"Uh-huh..."

"That's why you want me to fuck you, instead of drinking to forget." It was starting to sink in. "It's so much better when I fuck you."

"Do you want me... to fuck you, Jessica?"

Exploratory. My heart was beating a mile a minute. Her eyes were burning into mine. Powerful, sharp.

"Yes." She growled, standing and rounding the desk, more seductive than I'd imagined she could be. God, she was hot. She flung her leather jacket back at the chair, leaving her in just a tank top and jeans. "Did you do that?"

"Only because you wanted me to." I grinned. There was no resistance as I kissed her, sloppy and inexperienced, no doubt, one hand kneading her firm little ass. She met my kiss hungrily, moaning into my mouth, and we staggered together towards where I thought her bedroom was.

She was so much smaller than me. Like a toy. She tasted like chicken fried rice. The aura of her power blazed against me when we touched, flowing into my veins. It was all exhilarating.

"You want my cock, don't you?" I growled, pushing her away from me and onto her bed, "You need my cock."

"Uh-huh -" Jessica gasped, squirming out of her jeans with glassy eyes. "I need it. Give me your cock."

I wasn't one to argue with that. I very nearly ripped my pants off in my haste, then pulled my t-shirt off over my head and flung it away as I pounced on top of her.

She was a petite, pale goddess, squirming and needy under my touch. She threw her tank top and bra aside, her small hands quickly finding their way inside my boxers. "F-fuck, you're big..."

We kissed again, and it was like I was drinking her power without even trying. "The perfect size for you, isn't it? You're going to love my cock. You want that, don't you?"

"Uh-huh," She gasped as I kissed her neck hungrily, pulling her panties off to dangle from her ankle. Jessica stared as I pulled my boxers down. I did too.

I think my cock was bigger than it used to be. But the situation got me past that thought very quickly.

"Be more vocal." I growled, pulling her against me and kissing her neck again, as I paused over her squirming body. "You want my cock, don't you?"

"Yesss -" Her eyes were dazed, her grin needy, "Fuck me, Mason. Make me love your cock."

We both gasped as I lined up with her gushing slit, and shoved roughly inside of her. She was so fucking tight.

"M-more. F-fuck me -"

Oh, I would. She was so fucking hot. I pumped my hips, enjoying the way it made her mewl in pleasure, made her aura blaze against me, put my hand around her neck and kissed her hungrily.

"You love this cock." - I slammed into her, groaning - "Y-yesss!" - "You're a little slut for this cock." - again, and she squealed her agreement - "You'll beg for it when you need it.", I gasped, increasing my pace. I was already close.

"I need it, Mason," She gasped, her eyes unfocused, "G-give it to me. F-fuck me."

"It feels better than any cock ever has." - "Uh-huh!" - "That's why you love it. Why you need it." - "Yeeeeesssss!" - "It makes you cum like a needy. Little. Whore. Every. Damn. Time."

Her bedframe was slamming into the wall with every thrust. Something gave way and it dropped slightly, crashing against the floor. Neither of us cared.

"Ooooh fuuuuuck!" Jessica's legs wrapped around my pelvis, pulling me in as her hips bucked, her moans reaching a crescendo as I slammed into her again and again.

"Cum!" I gasped it in her ear, feeling how close I was to the edge myself, then silenced her gasping lips with my own.

The small detective shuddered in my grip, moaning wantonly in to my mouth as her pussy spasmed, milking my cock. Her nails dug into my back painfully, drawing blood.

It sent me over the edge.

"Oh fuck-" I reared back, gasping in pleasure as my balls tightened and I unloaded inside of her.

Something else broke, and the bed slumped further under our rutting bodies.

"N-not inside -" Jessica gasped, even through her pleasure.

"Yes, inside." I growled possessively, pounding her tight snatch despite her squirming. I was stronger, with so much time in her presence. "You - love - my - cum. You want to swallow it. You want it in your tight little pussy. Take it - like - a - good - toy!"

A mix of our juices squirted out of her as I slammed all the way inside, panting heavily, and she convulsed under me, cumming her little brains out. I kissed her full red lips, dazed and euphoric as she moaned receptively.

I wasn't a virgin, but I wasn't some stud either. It was the most intense sexual experience of my life.