“God, you’resucha douchebag.”
“And you’re going to look so fucking good stretched around my cock.” He withdraws his fingers, leaving a void I’m desperate to feel him fill. Fingers, tongue, cock… I’ll take anything. Not that I can ever confess that truth.
“Does that mean you’re finally going to fuck me now?” I flop back onto the hood. The cold metal’s shocking at first, then pleasant as I fight to catch my breath, waiting for him to put on the condom.
When I caught Derek cheating, my best friend since toddlerhood, Blair, told me there’s no such thing as a truly original experience. I guess knowing millions of people have caught their boyfriend cheating was supposed to make me feel better. Staring up at the starry, endless sky, I wonder how many other people have had revenge sex on the hood of their ex’s car with a guy they don’t particularly like. Certainly feels original.
“Jesus Christ,” I gasp—in spite of myself—when I glance down and see his cock. For a perfectly average-sized man, he’s packing anything but an average-sized dick. Truly, I had been hoping it would be tiny or misshapen or something, so I could add to the list of reasons why he’s firmly on my “do not touch” list. Now I’m starting to wonder if him being a hot-headed prick will be enough to keep me from wanting this one-night stand to happen again. “I thought guys who act like total douchebags usually have tiny dicks.”
“So you thought I was a douchebag with a small dick, andthat’swhy you chose me to help make your ex jealous? Something isn’t adding up here.”
“Shut the fuck up, Red.” I slide further down the hood and grip his thick cock. And I do meanthick. Hopefully, he’s smart enough to take this as an invitation to shut up and make better use of the limited time we have.
“You need to work on your dirty talk, sweetheart.”
“I thought we agreed not to use that word.”
“I’ll call you whatever I want when you’re the one begging for my cock.”
“I’m not—” I start to protest, and he shakes his head in disbelief, then glances down to where I’m subconsciously tugging his dick in my direction. I drop it like a hot potato, and heat rushes to take up residence in my cheeks.
I can’t believe I’m begging Red to fuck me…
“I wouldneverbeg for your dick. I was just trying to determine if it’ll fit.”
Shouldnothave said that.
He smirks. “Oh, it might be a tight fit, but I’m sure you can take it.”
Positioning himself between my legs, he grabs hold of my thigh with one hand and fists his cock with the other. By the time he’s notching the head at my entrance, I’m struggling to breathe. Waiting anxiously. Aching for him to fill me. Praying to feel him stretch me with his massive cock and slam balls deep.
He aggressively drags his shaft across my pussy, spreading my wetness down the length of him. The puddle between my legs is destroying any hope of hiding my attraction to him. My knees fall open wider, and he nudges the tip inside me—just enough that it causes intense pressure to collect between my hips.
Centimetre by goddamn centimetre, he pushes into me with a satiated look. “Breathe, Cass. I’m not even close to all the way in—you needto relax.”
Not even close?
“What?” I gulp and focus on anything but the fact that Red’s cock is so deep inside of me he might be touching my lungs. It rearranging my internal organs would explain my sudden inability to breathe, though.
“Relax and take a breath.” He groans. “Almost there, sweetheart.”
On my exhale, his blunt fingernails dig into the extra padding around my hips, and he plunges deep. My bare ass slides against the metal hood, bunching my skirt around my waist. In a punishing thrust, he bottoms out, balls slapping against my damp skin, and I wrap my legs around his waist to force him deeper. With each pump, the tip hits the spot that has me writhing. I want all of him—every fucking inch. And I kind of hate how badly I want him, but then I prop myself on my elbows and watch as his cock drives into me, and I don’t hate it at all. He’s stretching and filling every bit of me, over and over. With each powerful thrust, the edge of my thong drags along his shaft and catches on my clit in a burst of stunning fireworks. His movement’s slow and steady. And absolutely incredible.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. How the hell are you this tight, Cass?” He groans, his head tipping back so the muscles working in his throat are highlighted. His Adam’s apple bobs in the dim light as he thrusts forward again. “God—I don’t think I’m going to be able to make this last.”
He leaves me panting and empty when he pulls out, bending down to run his flat tongue up my centre, lapping me up. My breath hitches, and I knock the cowboy hat from his head to grip a handful of hair. My fingers weave around the soft strands, holding the fuck on like I’m about to ride a bull—even though I’m the one bucking when he hits my clit with the perfect amount of pressure and light suction. His hand’s firmly planted on my stomach, restricting my movement. No amount of squirming or fighting will get me out from under the intense pleasure. When I wiggle, my spine’s only pressed harder into the rigid metal hood.
“Red, you don’t have to—” My words are cut off by his free hand smacking down on my mouth. I try to talk, despite the palm suffocating me, but it’s no use.
I don’t do this. I don’t come when guys go down on me. It’s too wet. Too messy. Too much.
But he’s leaving me no choice. Every muscle stiffens in concert, and I feel all of my blood rush to my cheeks, then drain entirely as an orgasm tears through me. His large, warm hand quiets my moan, and his tongue draws out my pleasure until I’m quivering under him.
“Now I won’t feel so bad when I come too quickly. At least I can say I got you off,” he says, licking his bottom lip. My arousal glistens in his stubble, and his eyes tear me apart. I’m not entirely naked, but his gaze is enough to make me feel as though I am.
He seems proud. I’m horrified. It’s one thing to have sex with Red Thompson. It’s another to know I came in and around his mouth. And the sated look in his hooded eyes is nearly making me feelgoodabout doing it—like there was pleasure in it for him, too.
Fuck, there’s something wrong with me for liking this. I wasn’t supposed toenjoyhaving sex with him. This was supposed to be a means to an end; I assumed I’d be going home to make up for the subpar experience with my vibrator. Then I’d never think of this moment again.
