I pull back just enough to yank her dress over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra matches the panties; black lace that hugs her full breasts. I unhook it with one hand, freeing them, and take a nipple into my mouth. I suck hard, my tongue flicking over the peak until it stiffens under my attention. She gasps, her fingers threading into my hair, holding me there.
“Jaxon... yes…” Her voice is breathy, needy. I switch to the other breast, biting gently while my hand slips between her legs. I rub her through the fabric, feeling her clit swell under my fingers. She bucks against my palm, whimpering.
I slide the panties down her legs, exposing her completely. Her pussy is bare, and glistening with arousal, pink and ready. I spread her thighs wide, settling between them, and lean in to taste her. My tongue drags flat up her slit, lapping at her juices before circling her clit. She cries out, her hips jerking as I suck it into my mouth, two fingers pushing inside her tight heat.
She's dripping wet, clenching around my fingers as I pump them in and out, curling to hit that spot that makes her shake. “Oh god, don't stop,” she pants, grinding against my face. I add a third finger, stretching her, while my tongue works faster. Her thighs tremble around my head, and I feel her building, body tensing.
“Come for me, Ruby,” I growl, the words vibrating against her. She shatters, her pussy pulsing around my fingers, a flood of her release coating my hand. I lick her through it, drawing out every spasm until she's limp and gasping.
I strip off my shirt and pants, kicking them away. My cock springs free, thick and hard, pre-cum beading at the tip. Her eyes widen, her hand reaching for it. She strokes me from base to head, her thumb smearing the slickness over the sensitive underside. “I want this inside me,” she says, her voice husky.
I grab a condom from the nightstand, rolling it on quickly. Positioning myself at her entrance, I push in slowly, inch by inch, watching her face as she takes me. She's tight, so fucking tight, her walls gripping my cock like a vice. Halfway in, she wraps her legs around me again, urging me deeper.
“All of it,” she demands, and I thrust the rest of the way, bottoming out. We both groan at the fullness. I hold still for a second, letting her adjust, then start moving; long, deep strokes that make her breasts bounce with each one.
She meets every thrust, her nails digging into my ass, pulling me harder. “Faster,” she begs, and I oblige, pounding into her, the bed creaking under us. Sweat slicks our skin, the room filling with the wet slap of bodies and her moans.
I flip us over so she's on top, hands on my chest as she rides me. She rolls her hips, grinding her clit against my pelvis, chasing her next release. I reach up, pinching her nipples, making her gasp and clench around my cock.
“You're so deep like this,” she whimpers, her pace quickening. I thrust up to meet her, one hand sliding down to rub her clit. That's all it takes; she comes again, her head thrown back, and her pussy milking me in rhythmic waves.
The sight pushes me over the edge. I grip her hips, slamming up hard as I come, filling the condom with hot spurts. We ride it out together, her collapsing onto my chest, and both of us breathing ragged.
But I'm not done. Not even close. I roll her onto her back again, kissing her slowly and deeply. “Round two?” I ask, already hardening inside her.
She smiles, wicked and wanting.”'Hellyes.”
I wake up slowly, with the kind of satisfaction that hits deep in the muscles first. The sheets are warm. My body feels loose, like someone stripped me down and rebuilt me in the best way possible.
Her.
The memory flashes hot and vivid, the way she kissed me like she wanted to devour me, the way she gasped when I touched her, the way she said my name like it was something she’d been waiting her whole life to taste.
I keep my eyes closed for a moment, letting the night replay in pieces.
Her laugh. Her mouth. Her hands on my shoulders, pulling me down again and again.
I haven’t felt that alive in years. I reach across the bed, already knowing what I’m going to find… and hoping I’m wrong.
Cold sheets.
An empty space.
No Ruby.
My eyes open immediately. The room is quiet, still, and too clean. Her dress is gone from the floor, her shoes too. And the lipstick she left on the nightstand, it’s all gone. Everything except her scent.
The faint sweetness of it lingers in the air, teasing me with what I had and what I stupidly allowed to slip through my fingers. She left. She walked out while I was asleep.
No note. No number. Nothing.
For a moment, I just stare at the empty pillow beside me, my jaw tightening in slow, deliberate increments.
She thinks this is over.
She thinks one night with me is forgettable.
She thinks she can walk out, vanish into the city, and I’ll move on?
