Page 81 of Revel
“I know I did.”
With my hand on her thigh, I flatten my tongue and run a line up the side of her neck to the shell of her ear. When my hand reaches her pussy, I put pressure on my thumb against her clit, but I don’t move it. “Do you think of me every time you move?”
Red jumps at my touch, her black leggings allowing me to find the exact spot I’m looking for. “Yes,” she breathes, her breath pushed out in a gasp. Her back arches, her hips rising to my touch.
Squeezing her shoulder with my other hand, I draw her closer to my chest and angle my head to kiss her. She complies, her mouth greedily latching on to mine. While I intend on slipping my hand inside her leggings to find her wet pussy waiting for me, Red has other ideas.
She pushes my hand away in a rush and then moves to straddle me, all without breaking our kiss. Framing her face, I deepen the kiss, hungrily seeking out her tongue. With the thin material of her leggings, the moment she grinds into my erection, my entire body is on fire with need. Reaching between us, I push my hand inside the front of my jeans to adjust my cock, and then grip Red’s hips, dragging her back and forth over my erection.
She gasps and moans, breaking our kiss as she tosses her head back, tightening her hands on my shoulders. With the space between us, I hastily unzip the hoodie she’s wearing to find she’s only wearing a bra underneath it. I don’t take the time to remove it. Instead, I push it down enough that I can get one of her tits out enough to suck on her nipple. I catch the sensitive pebbled nub between my teeth, sucking and applying just enough pressure to make her squeal, but not enough to wince.
Her hips move faster with intention, and I know she’s close to coming when her thighs tighten around my hips and closes the space between our chests. I capture her lips again, needing to taste her. I let her come like this, even though I’m dying for her to come in my mouth again. She’s just about there when I think I might come too. My breathing intensifies and it takes every ounce of self-control I have.
Taking a handful of her hair, my kisses become heated as I hunch forward into her, holding her to my body as though I can’t possibly live without her. The worst part? It might just be the truth.
Red falls apart a moment later, her cries of pleasure filling the dark bus. Anyone could walk in here at any second, and neither of us would care. We’re too caught up, too involved, too much of everything to comprehend reality.
The very second she’s done I push her off me. Kicking off her shoes, she stands, hunger still swimming in her eyes as she lowers her leggings to her ankles and steps out of them. Her motions are quick and eager, like she can’t possibly waste any time. I’m right there with her, my jeans now around my ankles, my cock out and waiting.
It’s when she’s on my lap again, she hesitates. “Do you have a condom?”
I nod to the counter on the other side of us. “There’s some in the top drawer.”
“Nice. Condoms next to the forks.”
I laugh and reach for her hand the moment she digs one out. I’m impatient with need, drowning in her beauty. My breath comes out in gasps as she rips the package open with her teeth and then slides the condom on.
The moment her lips touch mine, the world stops around me and all I see is her. Her tongue slips into my mouth and I kiss her with everything I have. I grab her by the hips and she straddles me again, easing down on my cock. I groan, “Jesus Christ,fuck. . . .” I don’t even know what I’m saying, or doing, just that it feels fucking amazing.
She rides me, a fast pace with her tits pressed against my chest and her mouth on mine. “I missed you,” she gasps into my mouth.
I shake my head. “I need you.” I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, my hips rising to meet hers. I want to come. No, I fucking need to. It’s too intense.
At one point, the door opens and in walks Cruz, but he says nothing, only smiles. Red’s too caught up in the moment to stop. The motherfucker stands there for a moment watching, until I flip him off and throw the bottle of whiskey that’s on the seat next to me at him.
Laughing, he dodges it and rushes out the door.
Red twists her head. “What was that?” she pants, gasping and arching into me.
I can barely get the words out between breaths. “Nothing.”
Her hands cling to my shoulders, the tips of her fingers digging into my skin. “Say my name when you come.”
Every muscle in my body tightens. I lift my head, my lips hovering over hers. “I’m coming. . .princess.”
My balls tighten, the beginning of my orgasm surfacing. Pleasure shoots through the backs of my thighs, up my balls to the base of my cock. I grunt, curse, gasp, toss my head back against the couch and drive up into her harder. And then I’m coming inside her. Watching her pant into my shoulder, her hair in my face. It’s so hot, so goddamn infuriating at the same time because I can’t stay away from her.
After stuffing myself back in my pants, Red slips into the bathroom. When she’s finished, she steps out and lingers by the door, staring down at me and the flask in my hand. “How long have you been drinking this morning? You look like shit.”
I shrug and set the flask aside. “I don’t think I’ve stopped since I started.”
“And that was?”
“Probably around the time my grandpa died and left me that Gibson over there.” I gesture to the guitar leaning against the dinette to our left.
She ties up her hair in a knot on top of her head, her eyes narrow in on the guitar. “What time do you go on tonight?”
“Third.”
