Code Redhead - A Serial Novel

by Sharon Kleve

  Stirred by her generosity and eagerness, Eric hugged her harder than he intended. The women he knew and had dated would have expected a queen’s treatment and him footing every bill. If he hadn’t been able to afford a good time, he suspected some would have ditched him fast. “Go on. Be right back. Promise.” He kissed her forehead.

  She planted a deep, wet one on his lips, unmindful of hotel guests milling around the lobby. “Hurry. Don’t make me wait.”

  He’d die first. On rubbery legs, he hurried to the front desk, James on duty. Not that it mattered. Once Eric identified himself, it’d be smooth sailing with anyone who worked here, acquaintance or stranger.

  James brightened. Young with short blond hair, he offered a toothy grin. “Mr. Neal. How are you?”

  “Great. Thanks.” In a few minutes, he’d be in Heaven. “Is the firm’s corporate suite free?” Eric figured it was since he hadn’t heard anything about a VIP visit from his colleagues.

  “It is. No one’s booked until…” James keyed something and glanced at his monitor. “Two weeks from today. Will you be staying more than one night?”

  Eric wished, but shook his head.

  James set up the security codes and delivered the keycards. “Have a great stay. Anything I can do to make it more pleasant, you let me know.”

  “Thanks. Have you had any new trouble concerning the problem we discussed?” A legal matter Eric had advised James on concerning a shitty landlord.

  “No. What you did was great. I can never thank you enough. You should let me pay for your time.”

  “Not a chance. It was my pleasure.” They’d helped each other without cold hard cash being in the equation, exactly as Rusty would have wanted. He shook James hand. “Have a good one.”

  “You too.”

  Eric strode into the bar and nearly ran into Rusty past the entrance.

  Her eyes rounded. “Did you get it?”

  “Come and see.”

  They had a gold-and-white elevator to themselves and made good use of it. With her legs wrapped around his hips and her arms welded to his shoulders, she shoved her tongue halfway down his throat. He was no slouch, palming her precious nipples, exploring beneath her skirt.

  Nothing but hot, smooth skin. His hair stood on end. He tore his mouth from hers and hauled in a breath. “No underwear?”

  “A thong.”

  “Black?”

  “You’ll see.”

  Someone squealed. Might have been him. They gorged on each other, their kisses uncivilized. He carried her down the hall to their room, her tonguing his ear, him suckling her neck. Entranced, he overshot their destination and rushed back.

  The suite was larger than many New York apartments, shiny and clean. White and gold abounded.

  “You like?”

  “Oh yeah.” She hadn’t looked at the surroundings. Her laser-like focus was on him, her nimble fingers undoing his belt buckle, unzipping his fly.

  “Wait.” He covered her hands. “Let me catch up.” He eased her tank top off. She hadn’t worn a bra. Eric grinned hard enough to make his cheeks hurt. Her breasts were delicate, nipples surprisingly large and pale pink. “You’re gorgeous.”

  “You’re prettier.” She tugged his shirt. A button flew off. “Sorry. I’ll be more careful.”

  “Screw that. Enjoy yourself.”

  She did. He was right there with her. Kissing savagely, they undressed each other. Clothes fell. Shoes clunked on the floor. Her thong was black and lacy. Perfect. He pressed it to his nose and indulged in her musk.

  She sniffed his chest.

  Naked and unashamed, they fell as one to the king-size mattress.

  Rusty scrambled up before he could and straddled him. Her delicate reddish curls nestled against his black ones. His cock pressed the furrow between her cheeks.

  She grinned and lost it. “Wait. I forgot.” She fell over his leg.

  He clasped her wrist. “Please don’t tell me you have an appointment or something that means you’ll have to leave.”

  “As if.” She bit her bottom lip. “Did you maybe bring condoms? I didn’t.”

  “Not a prob.” He rolled over, opened the nightstand drawer, and pulled out a string of Trojans. Feeling playful, he wore them around his neck like a lei. “We’re covered.”

  She whistled. “This place has everything doesn’t it?”

  He couldn’t speak for the other rooms, but this one did. A full bar stood to the side, the liquor bottles regular size rather than the puny airport ones. A pile of Belgian chocolates and a week’s supply of gourmet coffee rounded out the fare. “It has you. That’s enough for me.”

  Her gaze softened. She blushed prettily. “Thanks. Same here. Don’t move.” She slipped down him and cradled his rigid cock in one hand, his plump balls in the other.

  A Taser couldn’t have gotten his cooperation faster. She had an angel’s touch. Softer than a sigh but firm too, saying she wasn’t about to let him go. He sagged to the shiny gold comforter, chest heaving, heart hammering. “I can see I’m in good hands.”

  “Better than Allstate.”

  He laughed.

  She licked his length and swirled her tongue over his crown as she might an ice cream cone. Too much delight bombarded him. He shuddered.

  Her breath whispered against him. “Good?”

  “Hell no. Miraculous. Spectacular. Phenomenal. Damn, there aren’t adequate words.”

  “Give yourself time to think. I haven’t even started.” She took his length into her mouth clear to the root, her nose buried in his pubic hair.

  He nearly combusted at her wetness and intense heat. Nerve endings fired violently. This couldn’t ever end. He cupped her head to keep her close.

  She worked his cock as her sheath would with the added delight of her tongue swirling and licking, lips suckling.

  Horny beyond belief, Eric stiffened and relaxed, unable to settle on one or the other, his main goal to keep from coming. Now wasn’t the moment for premature ejaculation. He had to give her a great time. Prove he could outlast any other guy she knew.

  He ran statutes through his brain, dry-as-dirt legalese that would have made an oversexed teenager limp as a soggy noodle.

  Rusty fondled his balls and scratched them lightly.

  Heat exploded, followed by feelings he couldn’t resist. They raced down his thighs, up his torso. He bit back a frustrated scream and struggled to hold off.

  She ran her finger up the seam between his cheeks and stroked his anus.

  “Fuck. Shit. Damn. I can’t take it. I’m going to explode.”

  She trapped his crown between her lips and tongued his most sensitive spot.

  His cum spurted. No way could he stop it unless he dropped dead. He pounded the mattress and wanted to apologize for being a prick by coming in her mouth but couldn’t gather enough air to form words.

  Serene as could be, Rusty swallowed his offering, licked him clean, and glanced up. “You taste good.”

  He laughed weakly. “You’re sure?”

  “Oh yeah. Think I’ll have a second helping.” She eased his left ball into her mouth.

  The room spun faster than an Olympic ice skater. He gritted his teeth and gripped the comforter but couldn’t endure so much loving after his climax. His nut was uber sensitive, his skin ready to burst. “Stop. Please. I need a sec or I might pass out.”

  She released him and licked his other testicle.

  He shivered. “That’s not helping.”

  “Sorry. I’m still hungry.”

  Where had she been all his life? Even his randiest dates hadn’t played as she did. With great effort, he extricated himself from her.

  She grabbed his ankle. “Where are you going?”

  “To get you something to eat.”

  “I like what I have.” She nibbled his toes.

  Laughing, he managed to get off the bed. He came back with the chocolates and Cîroc peach vodka. “For you.” He handed her the candy.

  Sh
e eyed the booze. “Who’s that for?”

  “Me.”

  “You figure a few shots will take the edge off? Make you less susceptible to my charms?”

  “Only a bullet to my heart would do that.” He gave her a quick kiss. “Eat fast then lie down.”

  She’d already unwrapped and stuffed two squares in her mouth. Excitement lit her features. “Why?”

  “You’ll see.” He tore away the foil coverings on the other chocolates and fed her.

  She licked his fingers more than she chewed. Finished, she rubbed her rounded tummy, fell back on the bed, and sprawled. “What now?” She pointed. “It better be good.”

  “I’m hoping for bad in the best possible way.” He unscrewed the bottle cap and dribbled the booze on her nipples, breasts, and down her torso.

  Rusty giggled.

  The best sound ever.

  After filling her navel, he dampened her musky curls. Her plump folds peeked through. Moisture glistened on them, further betraying her desire for him.

  His brain turned to mush. His animal nature took over.

  He captured her mouth. She tasted of chocolate and a flavor he didn’t want to live without. Stark need pulsed through him. His kiss grew savage, insatiable.

  She clasped his head and forced him closer. His teeth cut his lip. Didn’t stop him. He enjoyed her without restraint. Rusty did the same with him. Although they were relative strangers, they were attuned to each other’s needs.

  He held her wrists to the comforter, slid down, and latched onto her nipple.

  She sighed breathily and arched her back, delivering herself to him.

  Her areola pebbled against his tongue. Eric teased the hard little tip and licked away the booze. The flavored vodka wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t her. He preferred her skin’s faint saltiness, her natural scent, and the fragrance she wore.

  Relentlessly, he worked his way down her torso, licked her dewy flesh, and dipped his tongue into her navel.

  She squirmed and laughed. “That tickles.”

  “Nope. This does.” He ran his fingers over her ribs.

  She shrieked, gagged, and hollered. “You’re killing me.”

  Now she knew how he felt when she’d been playing with him. “Don’t die, please. I haven’t gotten to the best part.”

  “You don’t like my boobs? I’m too small?”

  “Not for me.”

  Her smile was beyond pleased. “Thanks. You’re a nice guy.”

  “Not that nice.” He winked and settled her legs on his shoulders.

  Spread wide, she blushed a deeper red than her hair. “Damn. What can I say except bon appétit?”

  Never had he enjoyed himself more with a woman or been hungrier for one. Determined to give Rusty the ride of her life, he buried his face in her fragrant curls.

  ****

  She trembled with pleasure too exquisite to contain. Everything Eric did proved this was more than a fast fuck to him. He breathed her in as one would the most delightful perfume on Earth.

  He liked her boobs.

  Pleased laughter bubbled up in Rusty’s throat.

  He licked her slit and tongued her nub.

  Lights flashed behind her lids. She lost what air she had on a wanton sigh and wiggled closer, demanding everything, confident he’d deliver. Talk about hung. Nine inches, at least, his muscles and hair in all the right places. There wasn’t anything feminine or soft about him.

  Even in this, Eric took command.

  He held her clit between his teeth and licked lazily yet mercilessly, giving her no chance to rest, expecting her to endure.

  Only a fool would want anything else.

  To confine her further, he slipped two fingers into her channel.

  She squeezed them in appreciation.

  A satisfied growl flowed from him. His fingers slid in and out of her pussy. He probed her anus.

  Riotous feelings broke free and zipped through her with tornadic force. Overwhelmed by too much pleasure, she rammed her heels into his shoulders.

  He doubled down, tonguing her clit faster, suckling harder, forcing her to the edge.

  Dammit, she didn’t want to go there. Not this soon. It wasn’t everyday a guy like Eric came along. She had to pace herself and savor. Tonight was too magical to rush through. Come tomorrow, this might not happen again.

  Crap, she didn’t want to think about that.

  Desperate to hold off, she dug her nails into the comforter and fought like hell for calm.

  He stopped. Sort of. His warm breath made her wetter.

  Hopelessly addicted to him, and so soon too, she surrendered. Whatever he wanted to do, no matter how fast or slow, she was on board.

  His tongue circled her clit.

  Wasn’t enough.

  He suckled.

  Too softly for her taste.

  His fingers stilled in her channel. Stroking her anus was in the past.

  He couldn’t have fallen asleep.

  Rusty lifted her head.

  Eric grunted and went at her as no man ever had.

  She collapsed to the mattress and shattered, pleasure pulling her in one direction, delight in the other. A hard pulse beat rhythmically in her pussy. She soared, twirled, floated, and drifted back down. Sated and spent.

  His bristly cheek scoured her inner thigh. He kissed it, his mouth velvety and achingly warm. “Think you might live?”

  Not without this she wouldn’t. “I need CPR.” She groped blindly for him. “Fast.”

  “Yes ma’am.” He gave her an impassioned kiss and rubbed his nose against hers. “Ready for more?”

  “We have to.”

  “Huh? Have to what?”

  She cupped his face. His hair pointed in every direction. Several locks had fallen over his forehead. He seemed younger somehow, as vulnerable as she felt. “I ate most of the chocolate. You put a dent in the liquor. Wouldn’t be fair to the hotel if we didn’t use their condoms too. Agreed?”

  “Absolutely. If that’s wrong, I don’t want to be right.”

  “I like how you think. Do we have enough rubbers?”

  The packets had fallen on the floor. He dangled them above her face. “I’m not sure. There’s only twelve here.”

  “We’ll have to make do and pace ourselves. Will they fit? Are they the extra-large kind?”

  He checked. “Says here they’d fit Godzilla.”

  “That measly lizard?” She blew out a breath. “Just to be sure the thing doesn’t break or cut off your circulation, let me put it on you.”

  Eric tore off a square but didn’t give it to her. “I trust you’re licensed to do this.”

  “Graduated top of my class. Summa cum laude in putting on rubbers and a minor in giving head.”

  He lifted his face and howled. “You’re too fucking much. My god you’re fun.”

  She wasn’t any match for him. This was the best non-date Rusty ever had. “I promise there’s way more to come if you give me the condom.”

  “Don’t take your time, please. I can’t wait much longer.”

  His cock was so rigid it defied gravity and pressed against his flat belly, the crown pointing north. Prominent veins snaked up the thick column. Short, dark hairs hugged his pendulous balls. His hairy groin was masculine as hell, the same as his powerful thighs, and muscular calves.

  Rusty’s mouth watered. “That’s amazing. Does it do push-ups too?”

  He dissolved into laughter. “Damn you, woman. Put that thing on me so we can have some fun.”

  “Yes, milord. My wish is your command.”

  He snickered. “I believe it’s the other way around.”

  She made a show of studying the condom. “I’m putting it on backwards? It’s inside out?”

  “Here.” He unrolled the slippery latex down his length and bobbed his rod several times. “That’s how it’s done. Are you taking notes?”

  “Sorry, no. Let me get my smartphone. I prefer pictures.”

  He stopped her befor
e she left the bed. “Down, now, please. Unless you want me to blast off by myself.”

  She pulled his hand from his precious jewels. Tonight, they belonged to her. “What do you think?”

  “I’m not sure. You’ll have to show me.”

  On her hands and knees, she lifted her ass, lowered her head, and looked over. “This okay?”

  His eyes bulged and his complexion darkened from raw lust. “It’ll do for the first time. For the next, I want you on top of me. Then we’ll try missionary. Sound like a plan?”

  “You left out the chairs, tables, desk, floor, and shower.”

  “We’ll work them in. If need be, I’ll call room service for more rubbers.”

  She ran her toes up his hairy thigh. “I’m giving this place five stars on Yelp.”

  “Yeah?” He stroked her ass.

  Her scalp tingled.

  “How many stars you giving me?”

  There weren’t enough in the universe to convey her pleasure at being with him. “I’ll let you know when we’re through. Ready?”

  “Well overdue.” He mounted. A powerful yet easy slide that drove his cock deep until he’d buried every inch within her channel.

  Filled didn’t come close to what he’d done to her. For Rusty, this was like coming home. He needed a shelter that she provided. She required fun, friendship, understanding, and respect that he willingly gave. They sated each other’s needs as a team or a couple. Surely, more than a one-night stand.

  Eric pumped slowly, no rush, they had the rest of the evening…however long that might be.

  Rusty couldn’t bear to look at the nightstand clock.

  He stroked her nub.

  The tiny kernel sent a wake-up call to every part of her and quieted her thoughts. Now wasn’t the time to worry about what would come next. Enjoyment beckoned and promised breathtaking bliss.

  They wore each other’s scent and rocked as one. Him into her. Her into him. The mattress pinged, bedframe groaned.

  Eric huffed and gripped her hips.

  She readied herself for everything he could give.

  He pounded into her, their bodies smacking. Love sounds more beautiful than the most thrilling music.

  His bellow announced his release. If she shouted, she didn’t recall. Her pussy pulsed fiercely around his shaft. Colors faded. Their tattered breaths and weary sighs filled the room.