It’s not sweet.It’s pure chaos.Tongues clash, teeth catch, lips bruise.The kiss that tastes like lust, pain, and every unspoken thing between us.She doesn’t pull away.She kisses me as if she’s trying to win something.
I match her heat, that raw edge behind it, grinding against her as I take her mouth.My cock’s straining, demanding friction.I need her.Need to be inside her.
“Keep making that fucking sexy sound,” I groan against her lips, breathless as she moans into the kiss.That desperate, needy whimper makes my hips jerk forward.
Her fingers move to my jeans, fumbling with the button, and I lose whatever patience I was pretending to have.I grab her wrist, stopping her.Her pupils are dilated, her lips are swollen, her cheeks are flushed, and for a moment she hesitates.
“You made me come,” she says, her voice a little shaky.“Now it’s your turn.”Then, more softly and uncertain, she adds, “If you want.”
What the fuck kind of question is that?
My mouth drops to her throat.I nip at her skin, leaving a mark.“You think I don’t want to bury my cock in you after that?You think I didn’t nearly come in my jeans watching you lose it on my mouth?”
I move up onto the bed, slow and careful, keeping my damn mouth shut for once because this isn’t about me.It’s about her.About the way her eyes flicker with nerves and want, about the way her body still trembles from what I did to her.I give her space to decide what happens next.She doesn’t need me pushing, doesn’t need me running my mouth like I always do.She needs to know she can call the shots.
I lean against the headboard, watching her closely but not too intensely.I don’t want her to think this is something I expect.Damn, I don’t even know if she’s done this before.She doesn’t act like a girl who’s been passed around, and I’ve never seen her with anyone who looked like they knew what to do with her body.Only those geeky guys who stumble through every sentence when she looks their way.I don’t think any of them would have the balls to try.I’ve seen how they eye-fuck her when they think no one’s watching.I’ve also seen how she never gives them an inch.
And maybe I should have kept my distance.But I didn’t.I’ve watched too much.Thought too much.Wanted too much.
Now she’s here, and I’m really trying not to ruin this moment.
Her fingers brush my knee as she crawls up beside me.I stay still, let her take the lead, set the pace.Her breathing is shaky.Her eyes flick down to where my cock strains beneath my jeans, then back to my face.She’s nervous.
I reach up and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.“You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” I murmur.
Her lips part, but no words come out at first.Then she swallows and says, “I want to.I just… I don’t know how far I want to go yet.”
“That’s fine, Red,” I say.“We’ll go as far as you want.No more.”
She leans in again, and her kiss is slower this time—less frantic, more focused.Like she’s decided.When she pulls back, I can’t stop watching her.My pulse thunders in my ears as she reaches down, fingers brushing my stomach, then lower.She pops the button on my jeans and eases the zipper down, the sound too loud in the quiet room.
My body goes still.
Her hand slips inside, and my throat tightens like a damn vice the second her fingers brush against my cock.My hips jerk instinctively, and I bite back a groan.She wraps her hand around me, curious, careful, but there’s nothing gentle about the effect it has on me.
She pulls me out, but all I see is her—the way she looks at my cock.
She says nothing.
She simply stares.
I don’t know what the fuck she’s thinking.My stomach knots up.Is she overwhelmed?Scared?Turned off?My chest aches, and I almost say something, but then her fingers drift down the underside of my cock and—
“Fuck,” I grit out, a hiss dragging through my teeth as my head hits the pillow behind me.
Her touch is featherlight, tracing the vein with the tip of her finger.It is not even pressure, only exploration.But it undoes me.
She looks up at me, lips glistening, eyes wide and dark with heat.But there’s also a smugness there—a flicker of pride.She enjoys this.The way I’m falling apart for her, how I can barely breathe when her hand slides down my cock.
The air thickens, heavy with desire and her scent.She shifts closer, lowers her head again.Her tongue flicks out, tasting me.Before she wraps her mouth around the head and sucks me down hard and fast.Too fast.
She chokes on it.
“Jesus Christ,” I growl, grabbing her shoulders.Her mouth slips free with a wet sound, and she coughs once, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
Her eyes flick up to mine, embarrassed.
“I’m sorry,” she says quickly.“I thought… that’s what guys like.”
