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She looks so fucking innocent when she whispers, “I’ve only been with him.”
I don’t want to hear that. I’m not sure why, but it pisses me off for some strange reason. Because she deserves better than him, and it’s not me either. As much as I don’t like that guy, I’m no better for her.
My stare catches on hers. I can’t look away. “I’m not entirely sure what it is you do to me,” I tell her, leaning forward so that my lips graze her ear. “But you make me fucking crazy. I can’t. . . . Look at me, Red.” She does, her beautiful green eyes heavy with lust. My hand falls away and I push forward with my pelvis, grinding into her pussy. “I want to be rough with you and show you what I mean, but I need to know you’re okay with that.” I wait for her answer. She swallows, saying nothing. So I press, “Tell me. You have to say it.”
“It’s what I want,” she admits. Do you hear the pleading in her voice? Or what about that desperate little sigh that follows? She’s ready for anything I’m willing to give her. She wants me to lose control with her. When I don’t move, she adds, “Please.”
“Please what?” I stare at her. She really has no idea. The things I want to do to this woman—they should be fucking illegal.
Her eyes slide to mine. “What do I have to do to prove to you I want you? Do you want me to put it in writing? Should I sign a contract?”
Not finding humor in her teasing, I continue staring.
Blinking slowly, there’s a seductive edge to her words, something I wasn’t prepared for from her. “I want you to use me. I want everything and anything you’ll give me. All of it. I want to know what it’s like to be with you.”
Do you hear the quick sharp breath I take? What about the nervousness gnawing at me and the way I sink my teeth into the inside of my cheek? That’s a sign of a conflicted man. That guy, the one with his arms shaking as he holds himself above the girl he’s been obsessing about for years, he’s con-fucking-flicted.
“What are you talking about?” I finally ask, my jaw clenching.
One of her hands slides up my forearm, over my bicep and then to my chest where she draws circles over my pec. “I know your reputation with women.” Her voice drops, lower and the look in her eyes changes from curiosity to downright lust. “I want that side of you.”
Jesus Christ. Is she for real? What the fuck has she heard?I suppose it’s all over the internet. Never make a sex tape. It’ll haunt your ass forever.
So she wants that guy? The destructive asshole who doesn’t give a fuck. Of course she wants that guy. All the good girls do.
I guess that’s all I need to hear, isn’t it? So you’re probably wondering why the hesitation?
I’m not entirely sure. Here is this unbelievably beautiful woman before me, waiting and willing to do absolutely anything I desire. And to be clear—I have a lot of fucked-up things in mind—but I don’t think I can do those things to her. Not this girl. Not Red.
Swallowing hard, I push back away from her, trying to gain some composure. Standing, I reach for the button of my jeans. “Stand up,” I tell her, and she does what I ask.
Without having to be asked, she removes her jeans, leaving her completely naked. She smiles, biting back a laugh. “Do I give you a safe word or something?”
Shaking my head, I roll my eyes. “Shut up.” I take some time to stare at her once again. She’s fucking beautiful. Every inch of her freckled skin from her tits and the pebbled buds of her nipples. The curve of her thick hips and the smooth, delicate pussy, it’s nearly too much. She’s too much.
Red smiles, slapping at me with a playful edge. “If you’re not going to give me a safe word, I’ll yell pineapple.” Then she stares at me expectedly. “Take your pants off already!”
I don’t like to be completely naked during sex. Partly because women steal my clothes, but with Red, I want everything she has to give. That includes our bodies, every inch against one another.
“Hope you’re ready for this.” I tip my head toward the floor. “On your knees, Princess.”
Like she’s been told to do this before, she does exactly as I say.
It hits me then. The idea of her being on her knees for anyone but me, and it doesn’t sit well. Possessiveness surges inside me, takes my words and turns them tight and forced.
My jaw clenches when I point to my boxers. “Take them off,” I tell her. Impatiently, her hands sweep over my hips gripping the band of my black boxer briefs, only I stop her. I take a firm grip on her wrists, squeezing harder than necessary to give her the first taste of aggression. “No. With your teeth.”
While I never intend to touch her in anger, dominating in bed can easily be perceived that way, and I’m not sure she understands that just yet.
Swallowing, Red licks her lips, her mouth never far from my skin. She kisses a path from my hip, to my belly button, and then back again. Every muscle in my body tenses in anticipation. Slipping her finger inside the band, she gains the leverage needed to wrap her plump lips around the elastic and begins to tug. I’m thoroughly fucking impressed and a little concerned she’s done this before, and she’s good at being dirty because she has them off in a heartbeat. And then she does quite possibly the sexiest thing ever. She looks up at me, her thick lashes casting shadows on her creamy white skin and licks the head of my cock. Just once. “Is this allowed?”
I run my thumb along her lower lip, pushing it down to open her mouth more. Greedily, she sucks on my fingers. “You want to?” I take my cock in one hand, and the back of her head in the other, threading my fingers through her hair. “Can you handle it?”
She nods, wrapping her lips around the head of my cock.
God. Damn.
I haven’t been with anyone since that first day of the tour, yet somehow, in that month and a half, it seems I’ve forgotten how good getting head feels. I’m gathering she’s had some experience doing this because immediately she’s stroking the underside of my cock with her tongue, jamming me all the way in and then slowly withdrawing.
