by Todd, E. L.
My voice came out raspy. “Babe, what are you doing?”
She ran her hands over the laptop but didn’t say anything for a long time. Finally, she spoke. “Just getting rid of some old things.”
12
Scarlet
I felt different when I woke up the next morning. My shoulders didn’t feel so heavy and my heart didn’t feel so small. I felt free and uninhibited like I never had before. I really was moving on with my life.
When I looked at Sean, he was taking a picture of me like he did every morning.
“You’re going to run out of room on your phone,” I said.
“I transfer them to my computer.”
“You’re going to run out of room on there too.”
He got the shot then lowered the phone. “I’ll have to get another one, then.”
“I’m going to start taking pictures of you, then.”
“Okay.”
“That doesn’t bother you?”
“Why would it? I would be honored to be your muse.”
“You are my muse.”
“You don’t have the pictures to prove it,” he said with a smile.
“I’m not as obsessive as you are.”
Obsessive is definitely the right word.”
I leaned in and kissed him gently, feeling his chest press against my breasts.
“How are you feeling today?”
I knew what he was really asking me. “I feel wonderful.”
“Good,” he said as he rubbed his nose against mine. “So now or the plane?”
“Huh?”
“Sex. You wanna get frisky now, or save it when we’re over international waters?”
“It’s now or never.”
“How about now and later?”
“You’re an insistent negotiator.”
He moved on top of me. “I never give up.”
His hard cock pressed against my stomach as he lay on top of me. He was always in the mood in the morning and the evenings, but especially right after he woke up. It was like he was recharged for another round.
He moved inside me and made me gasp like usual. The lovemaking was gentle and tender. His forehead was pressed to mine and he looked me in the eye the entire time, silently connecting with me. I saw the love Sean had for me every time he looked at me. I was everything to him, more than everything.
My phone rang on the nightstand but both of us ignored it. I was on the verge of an orgasm so my thoughts were somewhere else. Sean continued to move inside me, coaxing me until I reached a high level. I wasn’t sure if it was the sexual aspect that made me get off so often, or it was just the love I had for him that made me explode.
His phone rang on the nightstand, and Sean glanced at it.
I grabbed his shoulders. “Please don’t stop,” I begged.
“I won’t if you be quiet.”
I bit my lip as I gripped his ass and pulled him into me.
He answered the phone and pressed it to his ear, still rocking into me at the same pace.
“Yeah?”
I felt it start inside me and it felt so good. I gripped him harder and pulled him into me faster. I could tell Sean was getting more aroused by the sight.
“Yeah, we’ll be there.” He paused, his eyes locked onto mine. “She’s in the shower.”
I threw my head back as the feeling spread through my veins. He felt harder inside me because I became tighter, my body experiencing the state of euphoria that I loved so much. My pussy got wetter as the orgasm rocked through me. Sean moved into me faster, trying to make my high last as long as possible.
“Okay. See you soon.” He hung up then tossed the phone on the bed. He rocked into me hard and fast then stiffed as he came inside me. “Oh yeah,” he said as he moved into me slowly, coming deep inside me.
“I love it when you come inside me.”
He was out of breath. “That makes two of us.”
“Who was that?”
“Ryan.”
“What did he want?”
“Meet for lunch.”
“Lunch? What time is it?”
“Almost noon.”
“We slept for a long time.”
Sean pulled out of me. “We’ll go to lunch then check out and head to the airport.”
“Why don’t we just stay here?” I said with a moan.
“If I inherited a billion dollars, I would stay home and fuck you all day.”
“I hope that happens.”
He smiled. “Let’s get ready, baby.”
After a groan, I got up and dressed myself. Since we were going back to Seattle, I pulled on a pair of jeans and boots.
Sean looked devastated. “What are you doing?”
“What?”
“I thought you would wear a dress. It’s like a hundred degrees outside.”
“Well, it’s fifty degrees in Seattle.”
“But we aren’t in Seattle.”
“We’re going to be in a few hours.”
“Change then.”
“What’s your obsession with dresses?”
“I think you look hot.”
“I don’t look hot now?”
“I didn’t say that. It’s just harder to fuck you when you wear jeans. With a dress, I can just pull it up and move your underwear over.”
“Wow. How romantic.”
He laughed. “I just like dresses. Ask any other guy and they’ll tell you the same thing.”
“What about skirts?”
“Even better.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re still the same pervert I met ten years ago.”
“You say that like it’s a surprise.”
“I thought you’d changed.”
“I did. I’m worse now. I think about sex all day, every day, but now I’m just obsessed with one girl. Getting into her pants is my mission every single day.”
“You should get another hobby.”
“Don’t act like you’re better than me. If I withheld sex, you’d go crazy.”
“I’d be a little classier about it.”
“I don’t want you to be classy.”
I threw everything in my suitcase then zipped it shut.
Sean had a sad expression on his face, like a lost puppy.
I sighed then opened it again. “Fine.”
He smiled. “Thank you.”
“You’re going to start wearing what I want you to wear.”
“You don’t like the way I dress?”
“I do, but sometimes I would like you to wear other things.”
“I’m not wearing a purple turtle neck sweater. Forget it.”
“It looked good on you.”
“Yeah. The gay guy in the store said the same thing.”
“It’s fashion.”
“And straight guys don’t care about fashion.”
I pulled out a pink dress then changed into it. It had a push up halter top that made my breasts looked bigger than they normally were. They almost looked fake because my waist was so small. When I looked at Sean he had a hungry expression on his face.
“I want to tit fuck you,” he blurted.
“You look nice too,” I said sarcastically.
He came to me and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m incredibly attracted to you. I can’t help it. But you do look beautiful. That color looks good on you.”
“That’s a better compliment.”
“It is?”
“It’s definitely more appropriate.”
He kissed my neck then slowly guided me back to the bed.
“No, Sean.”
“What?” he asked, feigning innocence.
“I know what you’re doing.”
“Baby, I just want you to lay down while I pack everything.”
“You are the worst packer in the world.”
“Which proves how much I love you,” he said as he kissed my neck.
I loved how obsessed he was with me even though I never admitted it. He had the need to always to
uch me and stare at me. I wasn’t used to being treated this way. I definitely felt loved and appreciated.
“You just want to tit fuck me.”
“That’s not my fault. You shouldn’t have such a nice rack.”
“So this is my fault? I only wore this dress because you asked me to.”
“And now you know why I asked.”
“You’re such a pervert.”
He unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall off his hips. “I’m a disgusting pervert for you.” He reached his hand behind my neck and pulled on the string of my halter top.
“Sean, we’re going to be late. We’re already late.”
He pulled down the dress and revealed my breasts. He kissed them both then rubbed them, squeezing them in his large hands. It was like he hadn’t heard anything I said. He grabbed his shaft and pointed his tip at my mouth. “Would you do the honors, baby?”
I opened my mouth then grabbed his hips, pulling him to the back of my throat.
He moaned then grabbed the back of my head, rocking his cock into me.
I kept it up for a while because I knew he wouldn’t be able to pull out on his own. He loved it when I gave him head. I could get him to do anything when his dick was in my mouth. I sucked the tip for a moment, his favorite technique, then shoved him to the back of my throat.
His watched me, his mouth gaping open.
I pushed his hips back and pulled him out of my mouth. “Are you going to tit fuck me or what?”
His eyes got dark as looked at me. He stepped closer to me then pressed his cock between my breasts. I started to bounce up and down on the bed so he would slide between my tits. He grabbed them and pushed them together, thrusting up.
I knew the moment Sean lost it. His thrusts became irregular and he was panting, rubbing his cock in between my tits. I grabbed the tip of cock and cupped it, allowing him to enjoy the moment and come in my hand. It was a lot, a whole handful. I wondered how so much of it fit inside me every day.
Sean leaned over me and kissed me, parting my lips with his. It was a passionate kiss, one that left me winded. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For putting up with me. I didn’t even make you come.”
“You don’t have to make me come every time, Sean.”
“Yes, I do.” He kissed me again and laid me down. His hands moved to my dress and he pulled it up while removing my underwear.
“Sean, it’s fine.” I was aware of the semen I was holding in my hand but I had nothing to wipe off with.
His mouth was on my clitoris before I could say any more. His tongue darted inside me then circled my clitoris. He used his hand to finger me while he made my clitoris throb with heat and arousal. I was extremely turned on after watching Sean come and I was eager to find my release too. It didn’t take long. He tongue touched me in the right away and sent me flying into the land of an amazing orgasm. My legs were shaking and I was distantly aware of the sound of my voice yelling Sean’s name.
When he pulled away he came back to my mouth and kissed me. “This is a two way street.”
I was winded so I took a moment to catch my breath. “I just meant that I’m not going to leave you if you don’t make me come every single time. That’s normal.”
“No. I want you to feel as good as I feel. I’ve dated tons of chicks that I treated like less than dirt. I know exactly why they stuck around, and it wasn’t for my money. It was because I made them come hard.”
“Well, I stick around because I love you, Sean. And that love is unconditional.”
“I still don’t want to risk losing you. I have to give you a million reasons to stay.”
“You do give me a million reasons.”
“Then I need a million and one.”
I pushed myself up and felt the stick of the mattress.
He looked down, a look of disgust on his face. “I hope they actually wash the bedding here.”
I picked up my hand and saw the material stick to my palm like melted cheese. “Now I feel bad.”
“I’ll get you a tissue.” He left and returned with a few, cleaning my hand for me. “Sorry about that.”
“You don’t have to apologize for coming.”
“I’ll never apologize for that,” he said with a smile. He grabbed my face and kissed me. “You’re everything to me, Scar. Don’t ever leave me.”
“I promise. But that’s what wedding vows are for.”
“I can’t wait until we get married.”
“I’ve never heard a guy say that.”
“Then they weren’t in love.” He stood up and looked at his watch. “Yikes. We should really get downstairs.”
I adjusted my dress and tied the halter strap. I looked in the mirror and fixed my hair before we left.
Everyone looked annoyed when we finally came downstairs.
“Wow. What a surprise. They are only half an hour late. Not an hour,” Ryan said.
“The honeymoon is supposed to be after the wedding, not before,” Cortland teased.
I rolled my eyes. “Where do you want to go to lunch?”
“I found this place across the street,” Ryan said.
“What is it?” Sean asked.
“Monster Taco.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Monster Taco? Is that a real place?”
“It looks good,” Cortland said. “Let’s go.”
I looked at Janice. “Are they for real?”
“Yep,” she said. “It’s pretty cheap too.”
Sean took my hand and guided me down the strip and across the street. It was really hot outside so I was glad I wore a dress instead of the pants and boots. I was aware of a few people glancing at my chest but I didn’t think about it. Since Sean was with me I knew no one would bother me. And my fiancé loved staring at my chest every second he got.
When we walked inside, I looked around. “Where’s Mike?”
Ryan looked at me. “He hooked up with some chick. He said he’ll meet up with us later.”
“I think she was a stripper,” Cortland said.
“Either way, I’m glad he’s not here,” I said with a sigh. “It’s nice not to be teased about kissing Monnique.”
“What makes you think you won’t be teased?” Cortland said with a smile.
“I’ll help you,” Sean said.
I glared at him. “Don’t you dare gain up on me!”
Sean smiled. “Too late.”
I looked at Cortland. “Why don’t you tease Monnique?”
“She gives me sex—duh. I’m not ruining that.”
Monnique had a triumphant grin on her face.
I looked at Sean. “Then the same goes for you.”
He laughed loudly. “You aren’t fooling anyone, Scarlet. You need it more than I do.”
“I’d like to try to see you keep your legs closed,” Cortland said.
Sean laughed again. “You’re the queen of whores.”
I glanced between Cortland and Sean, waiting for a fight to break out. They were just joking about their shared experience fucking me, but neither one of them seemed to care. It was odd—really odd. I almost thought I hallucinated the whole thing. “Where did this nickname come from?”
“You,” Sean said.
“I prefer garbage disposal.”
“Well, I don’t,” Sean said. “That’s not a turn on.”
“And being a whore is?”
“Definitely,” he said with a smile.
I shook my head and ignored them both. I looked at the menu. “I’m going to get a number two with two chicken tacos on the side.”
Sean smiled. “Hungry?”
“That’s like two separate meals,” Cortland said. “Are the tacos for Sean?”
Ryan rolled his eyes. “That’s nothing. Scarlet is the biggest fatass that I know.”
“Seriously, this is my bachelorette party. There must be some kind of rule that stops you from teasing me.”
“Nope,” Ryan said. “I’m sure t
here’s a loophole in there.”
Sean kissed my forehead. “Well, I like it that you eat so much.”
“Wait until that metabolism slows down,” Cortland said.
I glared at him. “Sean would still love me if I was fat.”
Sean looked uncomfortable, like I just said the wrong thing.
I hit him lightly on the shoulder. “Don’t be a jerk.”
He laughed. “Baby, you know I’m kidding. But you could never be fat. You’ve always been thin even though you eat more calories than any man would every need in a single day.”
“Then order my food and stop teasing me.”
“Okay. Do you want anything else?”
“Do they have milkshakes here?”
Ryan laughed. “My god, woman. You really are a garbage disposal.”
I stuck my tongue out at him.
“The horchata is good,” Monnique said.
“The horseshit? What?” Cortland asked.
She rolled her eyes. “It’s a sweet drink made of rice. It’s good. It’s nothing like a milkshake, but it’s sweet.”
I looked at Sean. “I want one of those too.”
“Yes, m’lady.”
“Do you need me to loan you some money?” Ryan asked. “You must be broke from feeding her all the time.”
“I hate you all,” I said.
Ryan laughed then ordered for him and Janice before he sat down.
Cortland opened his wallet. “I have a five thousand maximum on my credit card. You can use it, Sean.”
“Go to hell,” I said as I turned around and walked away. I sat down in the booth across from Ryan.
“You’re going to make Sean carry all of that?” Ryan asked.
“I’m this close to telling Janice all your embarrassing childhood stories.”
Janice smiled. “Ooh. I wanna know.”
Ryan crossed his arms over his chest. “Fine. You win.”
“That’s what I thought.”
“You’ll still tell me, right?” Janice asked hopefully.
“No. My brother’s secrets are safe—for now.”
“Damn,” she said. “I’m going to head to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay, baby,” Ryan said as she walked away.
I looked out the window then met his gaze. “Does she know about Mom?”
He seemed surprised by the change in subject. “She knows a lot of it. I haven’t told her everything. I don’t want to depress her too much. Why?”