Riding Lil' Red Hard

by Eddie Cleveland

  “I guess,” he doesn’t sound convinced. Like I said, I’m a shit liar. At least this gives me something to be nervous about besides having my first one-night stand. I mean, obviously, I hope it’s more than that. I’m not saying I expect wedding bells and babies, just that I haven’t entirely ruled out either with Connor.

  “Yeah, they’re all pretty cookie cutter,” I open my bedroom door and stumble inside with him hot on my heels. I shut the door with a click behind him and decide he needs a distraction before this turns into something more; potentially ruining our night. If he knows he’s in the same house his best friend grew up in, if he suddenly realizes who I am, this night is over. Not to mention the babies and the wedding.

  “Did you really want to discuss architecture right now? Or are there better things I could be using my lips for?” I boldly step into him, looking up at him from under my heavy eyelashes and watch his eyes get a little bigger when I rub my hand over the front of his jeans.

  “Mmmm, you make an excellent point,” he puts his hands on my shoulders and walks me slowly backwards across the room to my bed. “I would love to see what else that mouth can do, but on one condition,” his eyes are hazy from the booze but I can still see them twinkle.

  “What’s that?” I practically purr.

  “That I get to show you what my mouth can do at the same time.”

  I take a final step back and my legs hit the edge of my bed. My knees buckle and I find myself sitting on my mattress with Connor’s growing bulge inches from my face.

  He leans over me and quickly tugs my shirt up over my head, I don’t even understand how he gets my bra off so quickly. I don’t think even I’ve gotten it off that fast after a long day when all I want to do is toss it across the room and relax for the night. Connor leans over me and kisses me tenderly, our lips part and we explore each other’s mouths, our tongues feverishly twisting and turning against each other. I’m not entirely sure how I ended up on my back until I look down and see that Connor is making quick work of helping me out of my pants. When I’m stripped down to nothing but my lace panties, he pauses. I watch Connor’s green eyes travel over the fringe of my underwear, like under them is the Christmas present he’s been waiting all year for. He looks almost reverent as he lightly brushes his finger over the baby blue lace.

  “You look like a piece of art, you know that? I can’t decide if I’m supposed to admire you or fuck you,” his fingertips travel over my pussy and I groan.

  “Really?” I really do whisper this time, I never expected Connor to be so sweet and so tender.

  “Of course not. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re fucking spectacular. Men start wars over women like you, but there’s no confusion,” he digs his fingertips in around the hem of my panties and twists them up in his palm. I can feel the fabric stretch tight around my hips and he twists harder. The seams explode over my skin, leaving me completely bare as Connor tosses my ripped panties to the floor. “I’m going to fuck you,” he growls.

  He yanks his own shirt off and I’m distracted by the collage of tattoos etched into his skin. I’m transfixed as he frees himself from his pants, then his underwear, completely drawn in by the symbols and colors. That is, until I see his cock swaying in front of me.

  Holy shit.

  I literally gulp as my eyes travel over his veiny girth. I lick my lips as I study every inch of him, and there are a lot of them, all the way down and back up to the belled curve of his cockhead.

  I’m frozen to the spot. Completely unable to move. Half of me wants to leap across this bed and try to take as much of him into my mouth as I can. The other half is overwhelmed with uncertainty and shyness. It isn’t only the fact that I’ve never had a one-night stand before, I just haven’t had that much sex before either. I’ve done it with all of one guy. And even then, it was a long-term relationship. This is all new to me.

  Why are you fighting what you want? This has been your dream forever. Do you really want to sit here and overanalyze your life right now? Or do you want to make your deepest fantasy come alive?

  Just like my architecture question I asked Connor earlier, it’s a no-brainer.

  I sit on my haunches and wrap my hands around Connor’s thick dick. Both of them. Opening my lips wide, I take the tip of him in my mouth. He groans and rolls his head back. I slide him into my mouth further when he pulls back.

  “Lie down,” he demands.

  “What? I thought you wanted me to…” my fuzzy brain can’t make sense of what he’s asking.

  “I do, I do,” he answers my unasked question. “Lie down on the bed and hang your head over the edge. I want to eat you out while you suck my cock.”

  We ain’t in Kansas anymore. My last boyfriend, the only guy I’ve ever slept with was about as vanilla as they come. I mean, I was a virgin when I met him and I was bored. Any time I suggested something even slightly different than our usual missionary routine, he got angry and cold. Honestly, I think my “crazy” suggestions of oral sex and doggie style were the main reasons he left.

  Not that I give a fuck about any of that now. I obey Connor and turn around on the bed, lying across it, I hang my head over the side and breathe in sharply when he hovers over me, dragging his tongue over my breasts and over my tummy to my pussy.

  I grab his cock, again with two hands, and guide it in my mouth over my tongue. Connor’s mouth kisses a trail to my pussy and his tongue immediately delves between my lips, finding my clit quickly.

  “Mmmm,” I moan against his cock and he pushes it into my mouth deeper. I hollow my cheeks, sucking on him and trying to concentrate on his pleasure as much as possible, but when he grabs my thighs and presses them open and begins battering my clit with his wet, warm tongue, I’m done for.

  I’ve never felt anything like the insane intensity building up inside me now. I try to meet his mouth, raising my quivering hips toward him, but Connor pushes my legs against the bed and owns the moment.

  I don’t know if it’s the booze or a head rush from how I’m lying, but my eyes get fuzzy and I feel a little dizzy as my body tenses up, every muscle tight. Connor’s tongue never stops teasing me, tasting me, twisting against my clit unrelentingly. He’s on a mission. A mission to make me cum. And he’s going to succeed.

  A wave that felt like it had been building up inside me, taller and wider, suddenly crashes down. I’m drowning in ecstasy. I’m being tossed around in a wild undercurrent of bliss and I don’t know which way is up or down.

  “Oh.My.Fuck! Connor. Oh God!” I cry out as little tremors run through my limbs and make my thick thighs quake with pleasure.

  Connor pulls out of my mouth, not that I was doing a great job of keeping up, and smirks down at me. “You like that, sweetheart?”

  “Like, is not the right word,” I realize I’m panting. The sensation is descending now, but there’s no part of my body it didn’t overwhelm.

  “Good, ‘cause we got all night, and I’m just getting started,” his green eyes twinkle as he smiles.

  4|Connor

  “What did you have in mind?” Charlotte blinks at me, teasing me, pretending she didn’t just feel how hard she made me in her mouth a few minutes ago.

  “Get up,” my voice is like gravel over my vocal chords as I help lift her from her bed. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist as my fingers dig into the plump meat of her ass. I can feel the heat between her legs against my aching cock and I can barely think straight. I twist around, spotting a dresser on the far wall with a huge, arc shaped mirror hanging over it. I walk her over, fighting my urge to slide my cock inside her right now and fuck her mid-air. Instead, I drop her plump ass down on the edge of the dresser and lean over her, kissing her like the key to my survival rests on her full lips.

  “I’m gonna fuck that tight pussy, Charlotte,” I murmur in her ear. “Don’t move,” I tell her before grabbing my jeans from the pile of clothes on the floor and frantically searching the pockets for the condom I was sure I had
on me.

  I check each pocket a second time, not willing to believe I could’ve been so stupid. So fucking stupid! Where is it? I drop them back down in crumpled defeat. Not in there.

  Fuck.

  “What’s wrong?” Charlotte’s brown eyes cloud over and she bites her pouty bottom lip.

  “I don’t have a condom,” I feel like a man who raised the white flag of surrender. Defeated. Done.

  “No condom?” She looks down my body. Her eyes flicker over my pecs, down my abs to my cock. She bites her lip again, but this time it isn’t with uncertainty.

  It’s with desire.

  “Can’t you…do you think you could just, you know? Not cum inside me?” She sounds unsure. Like she’s afraid to offend me. Or maybe she’s afraid I’ll say “No.”

  “Are you sure?” I close the distance between us, desperate to feel her heat billow against my skin. I thread my fingers through her hair and gently tug her head to the side, kissing up her neck and suckling on her earlobe, “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I whisper.

  “Mmhmm,” she grinds against me and my restraint, the little of it I had, evaporates.

  “Get the fuck over here,” I dig my fingers into her ass and drag her toward me, flipping her onto her belly so she’s facing the mirror. “I’m gonna fill you full of cock and I want you to watch the whole thing,” I direct her.

  “Take me Connor. Don’t hold back, I want this,” her voice is breathy and her body tenses up with anticipation, “I want you.”

  I sweep my foot between her closed legs, opening her stance for me and step between them. In the mirror, I can see that she is waiting, like every second I’m not inside her is painful.

  Grabbing her shoulder with one hand, I fist the base of my shaft with the other and guide it to her entrance. I know I should probably go slower. I know I should probably slide in, then out, letting her get used to me before burying myself inside her. But I can’t. I plunge my cock into her tight, wet pussy in one deep thrust. I slide in, every inch of me, until I’m completely sunken inside her, buried to the hilt. My hips press against her shapely ass and she opens her legs further. Like she wants me to reach her very core and I press in deeper.

  I pump into her hard and fast. Driving deep on every push, my fingers dig into her dark shoulder blades, holding her tight under my control.

  In the mirror, I can see her eyes roll back in her head as I fuck her mercilessly. As I claim her. As I make her mine. “Oh, Connor,” she manages to utter the words. Barely a whisper in the moonlit silence of her room. I watch my thick cock slide into her glistening pussy as her round ass slaps against me.

  “Charlotte, you’re so fucking tight. You feel amazing,” I grunt, trying to show some kind of control, but she steals it from me. I can’t control my body's desire for her. Despite all my drinks tonight, I can’t stop myself from cumming. The sensation hits me quicker than I can even process. My balls tighten and my cock twitches as the first spurts of cum erupt from my cock. I pull out and watch as my white ropes arc onto her bronze ass in crazy criss-crossing designs. Like I’m marking her. If only for a moment.

  “Oh, fuck,” I grunt, cum streaming out of me like I haven’t touched a woman in a lifetime. Truthfully no woman even comes close to making me feel like her. Like this.

  Finally, my cock stops twitching, my cum stops spurting out and I stand up straight. Charlotte rubs my seed into her skin, making the creamy white disappear into a glistening glaze.

  “That was incredible Connor,” she grasps on to my hand with her fingertips and I follow her to the bed. As she gets under the covers and I lie next to her, the feeling of familiarity, of this all being amazingly right somehow, overcomes me again. Charlotte snuggles into me, laying her head against my chest and breathes in deeply. I can feel my mind cloud over with exhaustion as my body relaxes into her bed.

  Amazingly right, yet familiar somehow. I can’t place it. Maybe in my dreams. I drift off and let the thoughts linger around me as sleep takes me over.

  5|Connor

  My eyelids are heavy and my mouth is dry. I groan and roll over, reaching my hand out for the bottle of water I keep on my night table. My fingertips don’t wrap around the crunchy plastic though. Instead they plop against the smooth, tender warmth of a woman.

  For a second, I slide my hand over her soft skin, down her arm, keeping my eyes closed like a man who lost his sight and now sees the world through touch. My meaty hand engulfs hers and our fingers lace together as she lets out a sleepy sigh.

  I open my eyes, letting them travel over her long black hair, tousled over the pillow. I gaze over her glowing bronze skin, soaking in her eyelashes, still closed, down to her thick lips and then down even further to where her breasts are barely covered by the crisp, white linen.

  How did I end up lying next to this gorgeous woman? I try to piece together the night. At first, it comes back in fragments. Just glimpses of moments. The way she threw her head back when she laughed. How her chocolate eyes twinkled right before I kissed her. How we walked down the street with our arms wrapped around each other the five blocks to her house.

  The gaps begin to fill in as I kiss her shoulder, pressing my morning wood into her full, supple ass. I see flashes of the night replay in my mind, like how her long hair dangled over the edge of the bed as she took my cock in her mouth. And the way her tight pussy clenched against me as we fucked.

  Those last memories certainly got my blood pumping. I’m awake and ready to make some fresh memories as I kiss a trail over her lean neck and suck her earlobe into my mouth. Charlotte’s eyes flutter open, a sweet smile kissing her lips.

  “Mmm, good morning,” she grinds her ass back against my cock and I roll her onto her back, pinning her to the bed with my hips, hovering my face over hers.

  “I’m about to make it a great morning,” my voice is raspy with need. Grabbing the base of my cock, I can’t help the groan that escapes my lips as I tease her slick clit with the tip. She’s already so wet for me. Charlotte throws her head back, moaning.

  “You like that, baby?” I whisper, nipping her earlobe.

  “I love it. I need to feel you again, Connor. I need to feel your cock stretch me out.”

  “Yeah? Well, this time I’m gonna take my time with you,” I circle her wrists in my hands, yanking them over her head and kiss a trail down to her breasts. I take a dark nipple in my mouth, rolling my tongue over the tip.

  Thump! Thump! Thump!

  “Charlotte? You in there? It’s time to get ready for church!”

  I jump up, watching her face transform from passion to fear as her eyes grow wide.

  “Is that your roommate?” I whisper, trying to piece this interruption together.

  Charlotte throws her finger over her lips and looks at me with wild-eyed panic, “Shhh! No, it’s my brother,” she hisses at me.

  Thump! Thump! Thump! The banging at the door continues.

  “Charlotte! You hear me? You told me you’d fill in for Ms. Douglas at Sunday school, remember? You gotta get it in gear, you know I can’t be late,” the voice rumbles through the door.

  “Yeah! I’m up,” she yells back.

  That’s her brother? Fear runs cold in my guts as I study her face again. Shit! “How old are you?” I eye her suspiciously. Did I go home with jailbait last night? I jump out of her bed and locate my boxer briefs in a strewn pile of our clothes and put them on.

  “Shhh,” she begs for my silence as she looks from her bedroom door to my face. “I’m not a kid, Connor. I’m twenty-seven. Relax,” her voice is hushed.

  Thump! Thump!

  “Lottie! Don’t you fall back asleep on me,” her brother persists, “you need to run Sunday school. You promised me. If you don’t show your face at this door in five seconds I’m dragging you out of that bed!”

  Wait, my stomach flips and it has nothing to do with the booze I drank last night. “Lottie?” I barely breathe the name I haven’t heard in forever. Now it’s my eyes that
are wide as I study her features again, scrutinizing the details of her face.

  “Five!” Her brother’s voice booms.

  There’s only one girl I’ve ever known who went by “Lottie” and that was my best friend’s little sister. I squint into her eyes.

  “Four!”

  “Shit, I need to get dressed!” Her voice squeaks as she jumps from her bed and begins tossing clothes on so fast the fabric colors blur together. I can’t move. I’m stunned and stuck to the spot, standing in my underwear trying to process if I just spend my night with a girl I haven’t seen in the better part of fourteen years.

  “Three!”

  A girl I knew my entire childhood. The one with kinky short hair and terrible teeth. The one who then grew taller and had slightly longer hair and braces.

  “Two!”

  My former best friend’s sister. Lottie King. I can’t believe my eyes as I realize it is her. And she ain’t a little girl anymore. She’s most definitely a woman. A sexy, beautiful, mesmerizing woman.

  “One!”

  A woman who is definitely off limits.

  The door creaks open and Lottie, I mean Charlotte, starts screaming for her brother to get out. I turn and stare at the guy I once called a blood brother. I haven’t seen him since he was eighteen. Since just before I left this town and didn’t look back. He’s barely aged at all, not that I have a ton of time to analyze his face because his dropped jaw clenches as tight as his balled-up fists do at his sides and his black eyes narrow down.

  “Connor McLean! Lottie, you can’t be serious right now,” his eyes briefly flit over to his sister before staring me down.

  “Marcus, let’s not get crazy,” I hold up my hands. “I had no idea this was your sister, man. It’s not like that.”

  “Oh, I see how it is,” his voice booms as he lunges at me.

  Fuck.

  I scoot out of the way and Marcus thuds into the wall. He stands up and gives his head a shake before coming at me again, “Sandra wasn’t enough? You had to hit even closer to home? Huh?” He yells, chasing me around in a circle while I try to pick up my pants from the floor. My feet slide out from under me and I hit the carpet but manage to grasp the edge of my jeans in my fingers. Marcus lands on top of me just as I try to get back up and my head hits against the floor.