I almost hit send, but delete that too.
At ten, I grab my keys, jacket half on as I bolt out the door. The drive to her apartment takes fifteen minutes, but it stretches eternally from traffic lights mocking me at every stop. I park crooked, take the stairs two at a time, my heart slamming against my ribs. I don't use the key she gave me and knock with three loud raps.
Footsteps approach, and the lock clicks. She opens the door a crack, eyes red-rimmed, hair loose and wild. "Red? What?—"
I don't wait. I push forward, cupping her face with both hands, crashing my mouth to hers. She gasps against me, but then her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me inside. I kick the door shut behind us, backing her against the wall, bodies colliding with desperate force. My hands slide down her sides, gripping her hips, lifting her until her legs hook around my waist.
"Red," she breathes between kisses, fingers tangling in my hair.
"No more boundaries at home," I mumble, devouring her mouth, my tongue sweeping in, tasting salt from her earlier tears mixed with the sweetness that's all her. Desire surges hot and urgent, my erection straining against her core as I grind once, slow and deliberate. She moans into me, arching closer, nails digging into my shoulders.
I break the kiss long enough to murmur against her throat, "I can't lose you. Not over this. Not over anything."
She tugs my head back, eyes fierce and wet. "Then prove it. No more hiding."
I nod, claiming her lips again, carrying her toward the bedroom. Her shirt hits the floor first, then mine, skin igniting with every touch.
We tumble onto the bed, hands everywhere, breaths ragged. I pin her wrists above her head with one hand, trailing kisses down her neck, nipping at her collarbone until she writhes beneath me. The tiny quiver that always drives me insane takes hold of her, and it's sweet relief.
She's still mine.
"Red, please," she whispers, bucking up.
I release her wrists, sliding lower, hooking fingers into her waistband.
Blue's eyes lock on mine, dark and molten, as I drag her leggings down her thighs in one rough pull. She spreads her legs wider, shameless, voice dropping to that husky rasp I've missed like oxygen. "Look at how fucking wet I am for you already, Dr. Mercer."
I glide my palm up the inside of her leg, then flick my fingers against her pussy, taunting, "This pretty cunt hasn't been touched in a while." I lean down and deeply inhale.
"Don't," she pants.
I freeze, pinning my gaze past her torso and on hers. "Don't?"
"Don't finger me. I want you to shove your cock inside me and stretch me wide open. I want you to take every inch of me until I'm screaming your name and forgetting how to breathe," she says while trembling harder.
"Fuck, I love you," I growl, blow on her clit, then flick my tongue across it.
"Oh God!" she cries out.
My cock springs heavy and hard, already leaking at the tip. I rise on my knees, grip the base, stroking it slowly, letting her watch. "You want it dirty, Bluebird? Then beg for it properly. Tell me exactly how bad you need this dick ruining that tight little cunt. Because once I start, I'm not stopping until you're shaking, soaked, and marked up with my teeth and my cum. So say it. Loud."
"Please, Dr. Mercer. I love you so much. Please. Give me what I need," she begs.
My beautiful, fucking Bluebird.
Adrenaline and heat soar through me. I cage my body over hers, sliding my tongue into her mouth, and then pulling back an inch. "What do you need?"
She arches, fingers digging into my shoulders, nails biting skin as she grinds her slick heat against my length. "Please, Red, fuck me hard."
I slide my shaft over her clit.
She trembles harder. "Yes."
I flick my tongue over her lobe and ask, "You want me to pound your greedy pussy until it's swollen and sore?"
"Yes." She clings tighter to me.
I slide my hand over her throat, lightly gripping it. "You sure you can handle it without me playing with you first?"
