“Really?” My voice is tight with hope. I’m clinging to a thread of it now, silently praying he means his words.
“Will you come with me?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely I will.” I grin and he laughs. His deep chuckle fills the room with a warmth this bar hasn’t known in years.
“Great.” He grins and I get lost in his boyish charm.
“How about we get out of here? We can go back to my place.” I sit up and he follows me.
“Oh, I don’t know.” He pulls me into him and kisses my neck. “I don’t think we’re finished here yet, Red. I don’t want to watch you cover all this up.” His hand slides down to the flare of my hip.
“Well, lucky for me, I don’t live very far at all.” I point to the hallway by the back of the bar with stairs that lead to my makeshift apartment. “Just upstairs.”
“Well, in that case, you won’t need these.” He hops off the table and plucks our clothes from the ground. “Lead the way.” He lifts me easily in his arms and gently places me on the floor.
I can’t help the silly smile on my face as I grasp his fingers and lead him to the stairs. I’m aware of how his gaze is burning into me as I walk up the stairs ahead of him, my full, bare ass swinging in his face. And I definitely can’t help the desperate moans that escape my throat as we walk inside my door and he drops our things on the floor and then walks me backward until my exposed flesh hits the cool wall and his kiss covers my lips.
With him, I can’t help the way my body reacts or my mind goes on autopilot, letting instinct take over. I can’t help it, and I don’t want to. I want to enjoy every single moment.
7
Ryan
Sunlight tinges the back of my eyelids red, pulling me from my deep sleep back into the world of the living. Despite the hazy swarm of bees buzzing just behind my eyes, angrily reminding me that I spent yet another night staying up too late and drinking too much, I’m still happy to open them and leave the ghosts that haunt my dreams behind.
Stretching my arms high above my head, I spread my fingers out and try to remember where I am. Since I decided to follow up my time in the SEALs with a year on the road, every bed and futon and flopped mattress on the floor are all blending together. I’m never quite sure where I’m waking up anymore. What city I’m in or whose bed my night of partying took me to always takes a little detective work in the morning. And that’s the way I like it. It suits me just fine to get caught up in the whirlwind of travel. I’ve seen firsthand how quickly the air can permanently be stolen from our lungs. I know my time on this earth might last eighty years, or it might last eighty seconds. There’s no way to tell when it’ll be over. So, I might as well spend the time I have enjoying my life.
My eyelids finally pry open and I sneak a look at the wild flames of long hair twisted around on the white pillowcase next to me like a bonfire burning out of control. I can’t help the smirk that twists my lips up in the corners as I remember just how much Red helped me enjoy my life last night. That girl is trouble. I can tell from the way she makes my thoughts scramble and all my good intentions disappear. The way she moves her body or even the way she touches her plump lips, it’s pure sex. She’s like every fantasy I’ve ever imagined. I run my palm over her smooth, soft skin. I breathe in her scent and enjoy the very real memories of last night.
I can see there’s something beyond the passion in her eyes, though. There’s something fueling her need for adventure, and my gut tells me it isn’t all sunshine and roses. I have no idea what she’s running from, but I know if she rides out of this town with me today I’ll keep her safe. I understand better than anyone what it’s like to need some space between you and your past. If that’s what she needs, I’m her man.
“Mmmm, good morning.” She rolls against my body and flutters her eyelashes open. Her hair is tousled around her face, framing her milky skin like the deep oranges and hues of red that cast their final light across the snow in a winter’s sunset.
“Good morning to you.” I slide my hand down under the blanket, sweeping it over the curve of her hip, and pull her closer. She feels so good pressed tight against my frame. Her body, small and fragile against mine, and yet, her rebellious streak shoots through her like a white flash of lightning streaking across a humid summer’s sky.
“Ugh, what time is it?” She peeks up over the mountain of blankets we’re buried under and searches across the room for her clock. “Is it really nine already?” Her voice is still a bit creaky from sleep.
“I guess so.” I shrug. “Do you have somewhere to be?” I search her face. Has she changed her mind about taking off with me today? Was all that talk just the tequila? Or was she serious?
Red’s muscles tighten as she looks over at the door in her studio apartment and then back at her clock. She tosses her hair back from her face and her green eyes narrow. I can see the mental game of ping-pong in her mind as her eyebrows furrow together and she chews on her bottom lip. She’s weighing this all out. I wonder if her big plans to escape this stagnant place still look good in the light of day.
“No, I suppose I don’t,” she finally answers and her body relaxes with the realization. “Well, not until you’re ready to get out of here, that is.” She slides back down next to me in the bed and presses into me.
Her natural scent wafts around me, making my morning wood throb against her thigh. I know I kept her up all night fucking, but my body can’t get enough of her. She’s an instant addiction and I’m already craving my next hit. I need her pussy around my cock again like I need to pull air into my lungs and breathe. It’s not like a choice, but a fucking necessity of life.
Red’s eyes grow wide as my cock digs into her fleshy thigh. Desire tattoos her face, but there’s something holding her back. Something else is competing for my attention in her mind.
“What’s wrong?” I search her face for an answer.
“Nothing, I’m just…” Her cheeks burn bright.
“What?”
“It’s not you. Don’t worry. I guess I can’t handle my liquor as well as I thought, that’s all. I’m pretty hungover,” she admits sheepishly.
“Hungover? Really?” I try not to laugh after all her brave talk last night about how she had two talents, drinking and pool. It turns out she was wrong about both. “Well, lucky for you, I know a hangover cure.”
“Those things don’t work,” she moans and throws herself back against her pillow.
I toss the blankets aside and stand up, not thinking about my lack of modesty. Not until I hear the low whistle of Red sucking air in over her teeth. I turn toward her, and she can’t help but stare at my thick cock in all of its rock hard morning glory.
“But then again, I should give it a try.” It’s a struggle for her to tear her eyes from my throbbing shaft.
“Great.” I smirk, standing a little taller. “Do you have any bananas?”
“Hmmm?” Red’s eyes flicker back up from my cock, trying to pay attention, but something seems to have her a bit… distracted. Of course, this is nothing compared to how distracted I’m gonna have her after she gets this hangover sorted out.
“Yeah, ummm, over on the table.” She vaguely points to the two-person table in the corner and I walk away.
“And I’m guessing you have pickles.” I pull open her almost bare fridge and sure enough there’s a jar of dill pickles on the shelf. I take it out and grab a glass from the drying rack by her sink.
“What are you? Oh, ewww.” She crinkles up her nose as she watches me from the bed.
I pour about a shot glass worth of pickle juice in her cup and quickly snatch a banana from her table.
I bring them back to the bed and Red shakes her head violently from side to side.
“Nope, no way. I’ll grab some Tylenol. I’m not drinking that.”
“It’s up to you, but I guarantee this is better than any painkiller. Just drink it like a shot and then eat the banana. Your head will be good as new in ten minutes, I swear.�
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Red eyes me suspiciously. Like there’s a chance I might just be fucking with her. I hold out the glass and banana and she sighs. “Fine, whatever.” Before she can second-guess it again, she tosses back the pickle juice in one gulp and slams the cup down on her bedside table, scrunching up her face as she forces herself to swallow it down. “Yuck!” She finally opens her eyes.
“Now that banana.” I sit back down on the bed and pull the covers over myself.
Red nods and peels back the yellow skin, and the way her plump lips circle the pale flesh makes my cock pulse with my own heartbeat. She takes a big bite and my mind calms down as I focus on the teeth marks left behind.
She quickly eats the banana and lays the peel down on the table next to the glass. “Now what?”
“Give it a few minutes.” I laugh. I lie back down in the bed with her and pull her onto my chest, combing my fingers through her hair. “So, you’re feeling good about coming with me today?”
Red nods against my chest, her hair cascading down over my shoulder. “Yes. I mean, if that’s still all right with you.”
“Of course it is.” I kiss the top of her head. “Is there somewhere in particular you want to go?”
“I’m not sure where you’re heading.” She sounds hesitant. Like she doesn’t want to push her luck.
“I’m easy. There’s no direction I won’t explore.” I breathe her in.
“I was thinking of going to stay with my grandmother.” She trails her fingers over my chest.
“Oh yeah? Where’s she living?”
“In Portland. But if that’s too far, or whatever, I’m happy to just get close.”
“Not too far at all. I’m originally from Seattle, so it’ll be nice to head back up that way. But before we hit the road, I’m gonna get cleaned up. How’s your head doing?”
Red runs her fingertips over her forehead. “I can’t believe it. That really worked.” She smiles.
“What did I tell ya? Now let’s get cleaned up.” I sit back up and Red joins me.
She lets her gaze lick my body slowly, traveling down over my pecs and abs until it settles on my cock. “Or maybe we could get a little dirty,” she purrs.
8
Ryan
“We can do both.” My voice drops just above a whisper.
A shiver licks a long line down her spine. Red’s nipples grow to tiny peaks as she bites her bottom lip. Oxygen that I forget to breathe out burns in my lungs as I’m caught in her gaze like a fly in a spider’s web. Leaning into Red, I cup my fingers over her jaw and pull her into my kiss. My tongue eagerly penetrates her mouth like my cock urges me to take her body. With a woman like Red, I could easily spend my life in bed. Letting the hours blur into days and years. Letting the outside world evaporate into oblivion. Letting everything fall aside as I push her knees open and fuck the piece of heaven between them until I’m too weak to remember anything but her.
Jumping up abruptly, our lips are torn apart and I leave her bewildered and twisted in sheets on the bed.
“What are you—” She doesn’t have a chance to ask more before I hop to her side of the bed and lift her up. “Wait, put me down.” She giggles as I toss her over my shoulder and give her bare ass a slap with my full palm.
“I want to get you soaped up, so I can make you filthy again.” I march her into the bathroom. Red squirms over my arm as I turn on the water and let it run. “And I can’t wait to watch your whole body when I make you cum on my tongue.” I breathe the words over her skin and then nibble her hipbone as she thrashes uncontrollably against me.
“Put me down.” She laughs and pummels my back with her balled hands.
I place her back on her feet and she tosses her red mane back, snaking her fingers through the long locks as her emerald eyes blaze intensely. Pulling up the stopper, the warm water I’ve been running sputters and falls from the silver shower head, inviting us to play in the steamy heat.
Stepping inside, I hold out my hand to Red and tug her in under the steamy stream with me. Humidity billows around us as she rolls her head back under the spray. Her wild hair becomes tamed by the cascading drops until it lies flat down her back. I know I’m staring shamelessly at the way the beads drip down over her perky tits. The way the water splashes across her pouty lips and pours off her chin makes me want to watch my cum do the same thing. I groan at the thought and pull Red into me tight, wrapping my arms around her. I don’t try to hide how hard I am. Pressing my cock into her, I kiss her even harder, letting my tongue express in a kiss the words it can’t say.
I step back and scan the shower, grabbing a bar of soap on the shelf. “Time to get you cleaned up.” I roll the bar in my hands until suds surround my fingers. Dropping the bar back down, I glide my hands over Red’s voluptuous tits. I tug her nipples, rolling them between my fingers and thumbs, and she gasps loudly. Running my hands down her slick body, I slide my palms over the flare of her hips. Red slightly opens her legs for me and I let my soapy fingers glide over her shaved pussy. The water quickly washes away my trail of bubbles, leaving Red squeaky clean. Too clean. I need to do something about that. Dragging my mouth over her skin, I slowly drop down onto my knees until I’m worshipping her.
“I can’t wait to taste you again,” I murmur.
Lifting Red’s leg, I guide her thigh over my shoulder and hold her curvy ass in my hands as I plunge my tongue in past her pussy lips and thrust it deep into her center. Red cries out and grabs my hair with both of her hands, rolling her head back under the shower. I drag my tongue over her sensitive flesh, inching forward until I reach her swollen clit.
“Oh God, Ryan, that feels amazing.” Red arches her back and rocks her hips forward, chasing her pleasure as I surround her little nub with my lips and gently suck her clit up and flatten my tongue against it. “Oh fuck!” Her fingernails dig in past my hair and scratch down my scalp.
I gaze up her body as I batter my tongue over her clit relentlessly. Red’s eyes are squeezed shut and her eyebrows knit together as she tenses up under the warm water. I slide my hand down and slip my finger up inside her warm pussy.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I murmur as her walls bear down on me. Flickering my tongue over her clit, I finger fuck her wet pussy and her loud moans make me harder. Red suddenly stops making noise. She doesn’t move. I’m not even sure if she’s breathing. Her body goes stiff and a massive shudder rolls through her and primal cries escape her throat. She falls backward and catches balance before she collapses against the cold tile wall surrounding us.
“Whoa, are you okay?” I stand up and hold her steady as she pants ragged breaths in my ear.
Red nods, still trying to catch her breath. She answers me in gasps, “That. Was. Incredible.”
I can’t help the way my chest expands, like a hot air balloon, full of pride to know I did this to her. Holding her tight, Red manages to get herself under control. She’s stopped trembling enough that I can let her go and get my feet back under me. I lick a long line up her body as I stand back up and can almost taste a dew of bliss coating her soft skin.
I reach behind her and inch the tap closer to the hot side, not ready to abandon the shower just yet. Luckily, the shower warms up and envelops us in a steamy sauna of radiating heat.
“Now it’s my turn,” Red purrs and slides her delicate hand down over my cock. She turns around, twisting out from under the water, like an old couple dancing steps of a waltz from years gone by. We circle in a slow sway that leaves me under the shower spray.
I shake my head and push the beads pouring down my face from my vision. I don’t want to miss watching her slide down to her knees, her legs splaying out behind her as her lips hover inches from my aching cock. Red strokes me with her hand, holding me tight in her fist and jerking my shaft as she brings her crimson lips closer to the tip. When she surrounds me with the heat of her mouth, I jerk forward, thrusting in over her tongue. I manage to get myself under control before I push my member in too far. I flatten m
y hand against the chilly tile on the back wall and watch as Red slides her lips down over more of my shaft.
She looks up at me and I can see the sparkle in her green eyes, like the way the sun glints off the ocean waves on a summer day. Just like the ocean, I know she’s as beautiful as she is wild. There’s no taming a woman like Red. Not that I’d ever be interested in that. I realize, as I stare down at her, that I’ve finally met my match.
Red sucks my cock in over her flattened tongue and almost seems to swallow it as she deepthroats me. I thrust my hips, driving it in before pulling back. I don’t want to hurt her or make her uncomfortable, but I’m fighting it out between my brain and my instinct. She surprises me when she tugs my hips forward and deepthroats me again, encouraging me to get lost in the pleasure. I let my free hand rest on her head and fuck her sweet little mouth hard before letting her catch her breath.
“If you keep that up, I’m not gonna last,” I warn her. I can see that’s what she wants from the smirk that twists up around my shaft.
Red digs her nails into my flesh, pulling my hips toward her again, and I let myself get lost in the bliss of her twisting tongue and warm mouth. I thrust in over her tongue and admire the beautiful woman sucking me off. Suddenly the urge overwhelms me and I know there’s no stopping it.
“I’m gonna cum.” I barely get the warning out before my jizz spurts into her mouth in a long stream that she eagerly swallows down in more than one gulp.
My muscles relax and I pull Red up from her knees, kissing her forehead and holding her against me tight. “Fuck.” I know it’s not great pillow talk, but it’s the only word I can manage after what she just did to me. My mind hasn’t had a chance to recover yet.
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