Lunchtime Chronicles: Red Light Special

by Reana Malori

  She licked her plump lips as Bobby towered over her. Peering into her eyes, he forced himself to hold back, to not take her the way he wanted. He knew he wanted more than just a fuck while on vacation. He wanted to fall asleep with her every night and wake up next to her every morning.

  He removed his finger from her pussy before lifting it to his lips and pressing it into his mouth. Licking her juices from his skin, he moaned. “I knew you’d taste like fucking Heaven. Damn, baby.”

  “Are you going to put those lips to better use?” she challenged.

  His dick got even harder, and he wanted to fuck her into the ground. She really thought to question his skills? Bobby smiled before leaning down and tugging one nipple between his teeth. Her whimper sounded in the room, and her legs spread even wider. The scent of her arousal filled the room. Flicking his tongue over the flesh, he nipped and sucked as she twisted and turned beneath him.

  Moving down her body, he licked along the top of her pussy until he located the kernel of nerves glistening with her juices. A shudder coursed through her thighs, causing them to shake against his head. Smiling to himself, he inserted two fingers into her wetness and sucked her clit into his mouth. Bobby worked his hand back and forth, then moved his wrist circles, then thrusting his hand again as he continued nursing her sensitive pearl. Subtle spasms shook her body the harder he sucked the hardened flesh, her ass and stomach moving in response to the motions. Releasing her with a lick, he lifted his head.

  “Come for me, baby. I want to suck you dry.” His head lowered again, resting his upper lip on her clit, and twirled his tongue over the bundle of nerves, pushed them against his teeth.

  Fingers grabbed onto the base of his skull and pulled his face deeper into her pussy. Her steady stream of juices washed over his fingers and mouth. He removed his hand and drove the wet appendage into her until he couldn’t go any deeper. He drank every drop of her rich flavor, lapping at her walls. He wanted to possess as much of her as he could. Her hips bucked, pressing her dripping slit closer to his mouth. Bobby moved back to her clit and kneaded the flesh with his lips.

  She slapped and clawed at his head. “Oh, fuck. Bobby! Stop that,” she laughed breathlessly. “How much more do you think I can take of that wicked tongue?”

  He pulled away from her and swiped the moisture from his cheeks, licking his hand clean. Although he wanted to spend hours tasting her sweet flesh, his body had other ideas.

  “At least one more time.”

  Her mouth curved to a smile. “You’re so damn bad, Bobby.”

  “Damned right, I am.”

  Before he could process any reasons why he should slow down, he was naked on top of her. He was a crazed man filled with need and desire for the woman beneath him. He licked and sucked and bit every inch of skin he could reach. The rational part of his brain told him to stop, or at least to slow down, but he couldn’t. Mercy matched his every move and gave it all back to him. Touching him, tasting him. Licking him. “Mercy,” he said, lifting his head for a moment. Running a hand down her face, he looked into her brown eyes and grinned.

  “Why are you making me wait? Stop teasing me,” she pleaded.

  “Don’t worry, baby. We have all week to explore. But right now, I need to be inside you.” He didn’t wait for a verbal response, but the widening of her legs was all the answer he needed. Bobby lifted her lower body with one hand before sliding inside her with one smooth, long stroke. Mercy gasped as he embedded himself fully inside her. Bobby stilled for a moment to allow her to adjust to his size. He knew he was a larger man. Not many women could appreciate the combination of pleasure and pain. The stretch and burn that morphed into intense sensations running along the nerves. He gritted his teeth as he fought for a shred of self-control. He covered her lean, curvy body with his as he rocked his hips. Mercy’s head was thrown back in ecstasy, her moans and whimpers filled the room. Leaning down on his elbows, he nipped her chin with his teeth. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight. So hot for me.”

  Coming up on his knees, he grabbed her face within his palms, tilting it toward him. Bringing his lips to hers in a harsh kiss, he claimed her in more ways than one. The more he pushed his body up the bed, the wider she spread for him, and the deeper he stroked. “Damn, baby. I want all of you. Do you know how long I’ve wanted this? To be inside you this way?”

  If he were too rough with her, the feeling wouldn’t be the same for her, and he needed her to feel everything he felt. He wanted her to experience the ecstasy flowing through his body as his cock filled her. “Fuck, baby. Don’t move. Just give me a minute.”

  A wicked smirk came over her face just before she squeezed her internal muscles. “No. I want the full Bobby Cooke experience.”

  It felt like a vice had latched on to his dick, and he was lost. Self-control was a distant memory. He surged into her again and again, stretching her body open for him as he pounded into her warm, wet pussy. His thrusts were short, brutal, each one stronger than the last. Mercy’s moans and screams of passion were like music to his ears. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she smiled up at him as he leaned down to capture her lips with his. She gave herself freely to him, and he could do nothing but give all of himself in return. Cum climbed his shaft as her tremors vibrated over his cock.

  His member throbbed and jerked, releasing his semen into her delicious body. Mercy clamped her legs around his waist, rolling her body in circles, taking in every bit of his erection she could as she shuddered in wave after wave of ecstasy. Bobby pulled her tight against him, her nipples poking his chest. He locked his arms around her face and shoulders and brought his head down to hers for a kiss. She stayed locked in his embrace until the last of their vibrations waned to moans of satisfaction.

  Bobby slid out of her body and stretched out next to the siren who’d enticed him to his death. Sighing in contentment, he grabbed her by the waist before pulling her closer. “Come here, beautiful.” Once she nestled her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arm across his chest, Bobby inhaled several deep breaths as he attempted to slow his heartbeat and regulate his breathing. This felt right.

  Tilting her head, she looked up at him. “You okay?” she whispered, a soft smile on her face.

  “Yeah.” He grinned. “Sweetheart, I’m fucking fantastic.”

  CHAPTER 5

  Mercy

  EYES OPENING TO THE morning sun, Mercy’s body felt as if she’d been tied and twisted into multiple positions. Which, in all honesty, is exactly what happened. Shifting her body, she felt the soreness between her legs and winced. Then cringed as she recalled all the things they’d done in this bed. And on the floor. Oh yeah, and the shower. Fuck! They had christened almost every space in this room. What had she been thinking? This was Kane’s friend. No matter how attracted to him she was, this was a bad move. What happened after this week was over? Hell, should she even stay for the full week? Maybe it was best if she went home and tried to forget last night ever happened. Yeah, maybe that was for the best.

  But, fucking Bobby felt so damn good. The man knew how to throw it down in the bedroom. “That big dick motherfucker,” she whispered to herself. “I should go throw this pussy on his ass again.” Mercy giggled. “Mmmmm, who knew that white boy knew how to use that dick?”

  “Keep on talking about me like I’m a piece of meat, and I may have to give you some more.”

  A scream released from her throat and her body jack-knifed, her upper raising from the mattress faster than she ever thought she could move. “Oh, shit! You heard that?”

  “I did,” he said with that deep, sexy voice. Walking into the bedroom, he held a tray laden with food. The scent of breakfast hit her at the same moment he placed his burden on the bed. “Don’t move. Let me grab the juice. Here, take this,” he ordered while handing her a large glass of orange juice. A second glass was moved to the side table on the other side of the bed. “Start eating. I need to grab coffee.”

  “Iwansumtoo,” Mercy mumbled around
the piece of bacon she was shoving into her mouth.

  “What was that? Don’t talk with your mouth full, baby.”

  As he left the room, a phrase she’d heard before ran through her mind. I hate to see you, but I love to watch you leave. The person who said that must have been talking about Bobby Fucking Cooke. That tight ass, inside those gray sweatpants, that flexed with every step he took. A low moan released from her mouth. Okay, maybe she’d stay another day or two. No one was expecting her back in the city for another two weeks. Why not spend a few days enjoying herself? They were both consenting adults. If they were enjoying themselves, that’s all that mattered. Right now, she was enjoying the hell outta this bacon and the cheesy eggs gracing her plate.

  As he walked into the room holding two coffee cups, her eyes followed his every move. His feet were bare, as was his broad, muscular chest. When she noticed his Adonis Belt tapering into the waistband of his sweats, she wet her lips with her tongue her lips. As the saying goes, I licked it, so it’s mine, and she’d sucked and nibbled on every part of his body, so she felt safe making that claim. Possession was 9/10ths of the law, right?

  “See something you like?”

  Mercy smirked at him, rolling her eyes. Of course, she did, the cocky motherfucker.

  “Maybe.”

  “Want to know what I like?” he asked, coming around to the other side of the bed. Climbing into bed, he leaned against the headboard and took a sip of coffee.

  She just stared at him as he sat there silently. About to shove another forkful of eggs in her mouth, she paused and looked over at him. “Are you going to tell me?”

  “Oh. Yeah,” Bobby answered, glancing over at her with a smug smile on his face. “My favorite thing right now is seeing you naked, lying in my bed, with the look of a woman who’s been well-fucked. Yeah... that’s exactly what I like.” Reaching over to the tray, he picked up a slice of bacon. “This is good, right? Just a hint of maple.” He grabbed the television remote and turned on the large screen hanging on the wall. When he turned it on, it was on a movie channel. The volume was low, but the muted sound and the visual on the screen was enough.

  Finding her voice after his bold statement, she wrapped the sheet tighter around her breasts. She might have let her inhibitions down last night, but this was a new day. Bobby saying things like that didn’t make this situation any easier. They were just having fun, right? There was no way he wanted more than just lowkey fun, right? Glancing over at him as he ate some of the breakfast, she thought about having Bobby in her life for more than just a week. How would it feel to be with him, and in his bed, for as long as this thing between them lasted? Could it even last for more than a week? Shaking her head, she tried to clear out that thought. It would do her no good to start creating scenarios in her mind that would never come to be. She’d been a fool too many times before. All she’d ended up with was a broken heart and an even more warped view of men. Taking a long drink of the coffee he’d made her, she sighed with contentment, then opened her eyes to look at him. “How do you know how I take my coffee?”

  Giving her a sideways glance, he smiled before taking a large bite of toast. “I pay attention. I know more about you than you realize.”

  Mercy laughed. “You do not,” she challenged.

  Nodding, Bobby picked up a napkin and wiped his hands. “But I do. How about we make a little wager?”

  Biting into the final piece of bacon, Mercy chewed for a minute before answering, “I’ll take that bet.” Wiping her hands and mouth, she placed the napkin on the tray. “Before we play 20 questions, I need to get cleaned up.” Running her hands through her tangled hair, she gave Bobby an embarrassed smile. “I probably look like a hot mess.”

  “You look beautiful,” he whispered.

  When she looked over at him lying beside her, she saw something in his eyes. Something she was too afraid to name. Mercy wanted to stay away from the pull of his gaze, but she could feel herself melting. She wanted to open the door to what he was offering but was trying to keep her head on straight. Both her body and heart wanted to answer the plea in his green gaze.

  Be Mine.

  Jerking back, she scrambled off the bed and quickly walked to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back,” she called over her shoulder.

  His eyes followed her, a smile on his lips. Bobby shifted his body in the bed, placing his arms behind his head as she ran past him. “I’ll be waiting right here for you.”

  A small squeak escaped her mouth as she entered the large en suite bathroom and closed the door. Taking a deep breath, she looked in the mirror and almost gasped in horror. Then a smile came over her face before a giggle escaped her mouth. She looked like a woman who’d been well fucked. Which is exactly what she was.

  “Need any help?” Bobby’s voice was just on the other side of the door. “I can wash your back if you’d like.”

  Mercy jumped almost a foot off the ground. Laughter bubbled up and escaped her mouth. “No! You stay on the other side. Do not try to get into this room.”

  “Come on, sweetheart. I can make sure all your nooks and crannies are nice and clean. What am I supposed to do while you’re in the shower? Take pity on me, baby. Let me in so I can suck you while you get clean.”

  An electric response filled her body at his words. Closing her eyes, she moaned as he pleaded with her to let him in. She wanted to fuck him. She wanted to let him do all the nasty things he’d done last night. But first, she needed a shower and a toothbrush. “Bobby, go away. I’m not coming out until I’m finished.”

  A long pause was his only response.

  “Bobby?”

  “Fine, I’ll leave you alone. But make sure that Kitty is ready for me when you finish. And next time, I’m coming in there with you. You understand what I’m saying, Mercy?”

  Forgetting for a moment that he couldn’t see her through the wood barrier, she nodded her head. When he called her name a bit louder, she found her voice. “Yes, I—I—um, understand.”

  “Good.”

  Mercy could hear him moving away from the door. Turning back to the mirror, she got to work on her daily routine. If the man planned on sexing her the entire week, she needed to work on her wake-up game. If she were going to look like this every morning after he fucked her six ways to Sunday, there was no way she’d keep his interest. And ultimately, that was the issue she needed to deal with. Not for Bobby, but for herself. She knew it was a fucked-up way to think about relationships, but past experience colored her perspective. It seemed she was always the one good enough to fuck, but never the one to take home to meet mom. Her milkshake could bring all the boys to her yard, that was never the problem. The question she still hadn’t been able to answer was, what made them stay? She’d do well to remember that when her heart wanted to go pitter-patter over a man who’d have no problem leaving her behind when this vacation was over.

  Wiping away some condensation on the mirror from the steam filling the small space, she gave her reflection a hard look. “Do not lose your head over this man. He’s a temporary escape from reality. Have fun. Let him lick the kitty until she hurts. Then take your ass home and get on with your life.”

  CHAPTER 6

  Bobby

  WHAT THE FUCK WAS SHE doing in there? Bobby lay back on his California King mattress, scrolling through emails while the sports show played silently in the background. He didn’t know what the hell he was doing with Mercy, and it was fucking with him. If truth be told, he didn’t care how this started or how they got here. All he knew is that they were here in this moment, and he wasn’t looking back.

  From the moment he’d first laid eyes on Mercy, obsession and need filled him. There were nights he dreamed of taking her body in ways that were probably illegal in more than a few states. He did his best to try half of those positions last night. A smile came over his face as he remembered all the ways he took her. Just thinking about how she felt when his dick was deep inside her tight wet sex made him thicken with de
sire. Everything he threw at her she took, and then gave him back even more. He knew it had only been one night, but he was looking forward to all the nights to come.

  The bathroom door opened, and steam billowed out as Mercy exited.

  A goddamned goddess.

  Gazing at her seductive form he knew the thoughts running through his head were accurate. That’s exactly how she looked as she strolled towards the bed. One of his large bath towels wrapped around her lush form. The light brown color fitting perfectly with her natural brown skin tone. The long hair she was so worried about earlier was twisted up in a loose bun on top of her head. If he was semi-hard before she came into view, he was hard as a fucking rock with her strutting around looking like a water dance come to life.

  “Fuck. You are so goddamned beautiful,” he whispered. His harsh voice was filled with desire. Want. Need for Mercy. “Come over here, baby.”

  She smiled at him over her shoulder, her eyes full of promise. Those lips bringing back memories of her kisses upon his skin. Her screams of pleasure escaping those plump, juicy, kissable lips. “I should get dressed.”

  “No. You should come here so I can fuck you.” Climbing from the bed, he shucked his sweats and push them to the side. Using one hand to stroke his hard length, he walked up behind her. “Now you made me get up and come get you. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.” She laughed softly at his words, and the sound caused something inside him to shift.

  “We can’t stay in bed all week,” she said sweetly.

  Bobby turned her body so that she was facing him. Unknotting the towel covering her breasts, he let the cloth drop to the floor. His gaze traveled down her body, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. His nostrils flared with a sense of her arousal filling the air. Bobby would swear it was the sweetest smell he’d ever come across. Bobby bent down touching his forehead to hers. “Who said anything about staying in bed?”