His eyes never stop raking up and down my body while he reaches for the collar on the back of his neck. Then he slips off his top in one smooth gesture, and it’s my turn to be in awe. Arranged feathers do indeed cover his shoulders, but his chest has a different design, something too complex for me to properly make out, given my advanced state of lust. I do notice the small bar in his nipple though, an eighth piercing I didn’t know existed. Most of the ribbed plane of his abs is devoid of ink, as if he decided that the lean muscles there were enough art. They are like a Renaissance sculpture, a masterpiece made of flesh and skin.
“They said checkout at noon, right?” he asks, meeting my eyes again.
“Yes.”
“We better get on with it, then. Otherwise, we won’t have enough time for all the things I plan on doing to you.”
My eyes widen at his statement. We have nearly fifteen hours before then. Surely, we’ll have more than enough for whatever he has in mind.
Jake doesn’t allow me time to respond, back against me in a blink, retaking my lips with fervor. This time, when his tongue comes to meet mine, I feel bolder and return his enthusiasm. As we kiss like we’re possessed, his hands expertly unclasp my bra before discarding it.
As soon as they are freed, my breasts disappear under his palms. When he pinches both my nipples, deep and powerful jolts bolt to my core, making my knees buckle.
“Jake,” I moan into his mouth.
He pulls away, and we look down at what he’s doing to me. His big, rough, and tanned hands starkly contrast with the delicate cream color of my mounds and the soft pink of my tips, especially with the inky drawings tattooed on the back of them. It feels like we were never supposed to meet, but here we are, about to engage in the most intimate act two people can share.
“You’re so fucking perfect, red. I was half-convinced I was getting catfished, but Jesus fucking Christ… I’m beyond glad I gave you a try.”
I never thought I’d say this, but, “I’m glad I made that profile.”
When his lips return to me, they latch on my neck. He kisses his way down, licking and nibbling as he does, and when he lowers enough to engulf a rosy nipple in the warmth of his mouth, I finally get a glimpse at the intricate design on his muscular back. He has an enormous phoenix in orange and red hues that take up most of it, and its spread wings pour onto his arms and neck.
The sheer size of it is a reminder that we couldn’t be more mismatched. But somehow, I cannot imagine him differently than how he appears before me now. Rebellious, unique, and brimming with sex appeal.
It takes some focus to think past the pleasure of his teeth, lips, and tongue on my nipple, but I reach for his belt, eager to see all of him.
“These stay on for now,” he grunts, pushing my hands away.
“Why?”
He lets go of my tip and straightens to meet my gaze. “I don’t want to scare you away.”
The idea has me smiling. “I’m here for the piercings. I know what you’re working with.”
“Oh, sweet red. You really don’t.”
I’m still trying to process his answer when he lifts me off my feet by the back of my thighs and pulls me onto him. With just my thong to shield me, the hard bulge of his erection feels more real than ever despite the thick fabric of his jeans.
We’re lost in our kiss when he lowers me onto the bed. The mattress is soft underneath me, but all I can think of is the hardness of his body over mine. And his voice… I swear I could get drunk on it. I’ve never been with a man like him. Not even close. This enterprise of mine is a novelty in many ways.
“May I initiate—No, don’t do that, love,” he grunts when I writhe my aching center onto his hard length. He stills me with a solid hand and resumes his request. “May I initiate ‘oral sex performed on genitals?’”
God, yes!I don’t even care that he’s teasing me, obsessed by the idea of his mouth on that part of me. I nod, noticing the way his eyes darken.
Leisurely, he lays kisses down my body, torturing my nipples on his way to my core. I’ve forgotten who I am. My morals and principles are completely gone. He set them ablaze, and they went up in flames before I could even try to contain the arson.
When his fingers slip into the sides of my thong, his tatted knuckles brushing on my pale skin, I tense, my hands fisting the sheets so I don’t try to stop him. He’s about to see. As soon as the lace is gone, he’ll see exactly how much I want him and how his dirty words worked on me. As if he’s aware of this, he makes it last, slowly pulling on it. When the triangle of curls that I keep there is unveiled, he gives me a wolfish grin.
Yes. I’m red everywhere. I get irrationally mad whenever a man asks me if I’m a natural redhead. But Jake wondering doesn’t hit the same.
He finishes tugging at my underwear, getting a second big reveal. To add to my embarrassment, I feel the fabric stick to me, completely soaked.
“Fuck, red,” he curses.
My instinct is to hide myself, so I attempt to press my thighs together. But he stops me swiftly, hooking his hands behind my knees and bringing them higher, spreading me. His eyes are on my intimacy, unyielding, and I close mine to preserve my sanity.
“No, look at me,” he orders. I comply, powered by a force deep within me. He’s so big and mighty, so domineering as he looms over me like a threat, that I question again what led me to this. “You will look at me while I eat your drenched pussy.”
