Chapter Three – Red
Warren lowered his head and I moaned in anticipation, resting my head on the wall of the brick front porch before his mouth even touched me. I wasn’t ready for his face to stop inches from mine or the questions he’d ask that burned my insides. I couldn’t keep the truth inside. My body wanted him, and I knew that I wouldn’t regret getting under this man.
“Do you want me?”
His eyes burned, and I wondered how it was possible I so easily found myself drawn to this mysterious, handsome man.
“I do.”
I almost couldn’t believe where I was or what I was about to do. The woman I was now and the woman from a few short weeks ago were two entirely different people, but I wasn’t scared. Everything about Warren was different. Even though I imagined he could do damage with his body, he seemed to only protect. The way he was almost pleading with me at the door. Despite being a big guy, way over six feet and built with muscles, he was gentle as he grabbed me and swung me into his arms before I could react. It was not a brutal thing at all. He carried me close, like a bride, down the darkened hallway. He looked down at me, carrying me without any effort. A little sweaty from being outside, his muscles tensed, bunched like he was holding himself back from pouncing, telling me how much he wanted me with his eyes.
This was the first time I hadn’t had sex with him, and I was nervous, but not scared, because it was only one night, and if it was that bad, I was never going to see him again. I was good with the consequences, whatever they were, because he was hot and I was overdue for something fun and reckless. Sex with a biker was the epitome of those words.
“I can’t wait to get you naked,” he said, walking in the dark with confidence. “Your pussy needs my tongue. I’ve been wondering all fucking night if the curtains match the drapes.”
“What?” I asked, it had been a long time since I had heard that. I was heated, as I’d never had someone talk dirty to me. I blushed as red as my hair, though he couldn’t see it, and laughed.
He would find out soon enough.
He deposited me on the bed and then reach down to undo his belt. He kicked off his boots and I decided I wanted to help. I came forward, trailing my fingers over his ridged muscles as I pulled his t-shirt off over his head. I had it off in a matter of seconds, and then his hands were on me, yanking clothes off me, as if he couldn’t wait to touch my bare skin. His hands skimmed down my sides, past my bra, down to my hips, and over a raised scar over my ribs.
“What’s that?” he asked, his hands running back over it.
I dismissed his question with my lips.
It wasn’t important.
Excitement made me breathless and I reached forward with more confidence than I felt. My hands slid over his chest and traced over the hard ridges of his abdomen. His hands slid my panties off my hips, pulling away from my touch until they were over my feet and gone. I tried not to drool staring at the hard lines of his chiseled chest and upper arms. His tattoos covered his body and were difficult to understand in the darkness. They looked like shadows ready to jump from his skin and come to life.
I knew instantly that this was a man who was familiar with a woman’s body. This man clearly knew his way around a woman’s body. He didn’t search for my clit. His finger went right to it, as though he drawn to it. Missing it was not an option; he didn’t hesitate before grabbing my ass and sinking his hand between my legs.
I rocked with the movements of his hand, writhing as he went back and forth, grinding his hand like a cock. My pussy was insanely ready for him. I was hot and soaking for him. He rocked his hand and rubbed me, showing no sign of tiring.
“Jesus. You’re fucking wet.”
“Sorry,” I said without thinking.
“Don’t apologize. I love it,” he growled, seeming to go even wilder. Of course he was turned on by my pleasure. He wasn’t solely focused on his own.
“Take it off,” he said, breathing on my skin, kissing down my neck.
I didn’t think as I unhooked the bra behind my back. Warren snatched it down my arms as his mouth traveled down to my nipples
I couldn’t help shrieking as his mouth clamped down on the hardened nubs.
“That’s right, baby. Let me hear you.”
He had never wanted me to be loud.
I moaned; my orgasm was close to overpowering me.
“I want to hear it,” he said, tickling my insides with fire and my clit with purpose.
I didn’t know that I would be able to hold it inside even if I tried.
My hands held onto his broad shoulders, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that in his arms, I wouldn’t fall. My nails pierced his skin just as the oncoming train of pleasure knocked me over.
“Warren!”
He nibbled my other nipple as his fingers wiggled, pushing my orgasm to its limit.
I sighed, going limp in his arms.
“That was insanely sexy,” he said holding me against his chest as his hands left me. Without his fingers, I felt so empty. He sucked loudly on his fingers and moaned. “You taste even better.”
“Please, Warren.”
“Please what?” He helped me lay on the bed, knowing exactly what I needed.
“Please. Fuck me. I need you. Inside.”
“You don’t have to beg, baby,” he said, leaning over me, his weight a comfort blanket on my skin. “There’s nothing that could keep me from this pussy.”
I shivered at his words. They were so nasty, and I loved it.
I felt his heated skin at the entrance of my body and felt even dirtier knowing this was the only other man I’d been with, and without a condom at that.
Warren hovered at my entrance, wiping his head through my slit as if he could hear me thinking. One hand held his hardened rod, and the other, my hip. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
Was I ready? I thought through it quickly and realized I was.
“Take me.”
He didn’t hesitate and penetrated my center with quick, targeted succession.
I let out a tight scream of pleasure. I arched my back, releasing a growl like a bitch in heat. That’s exactly how I felt. It was primal. He moaned in response, thrusting his hips against me in a steady and practiced rhythm, as if he’d been waiting for this his entire life.
It felt like I’d been waiting for him too. I’d been waiting to be this full, to feel this much pleasure, for my entire life. We rocked together in some unspoken synchronicity. He pushed harder, unrelenting as he pulled my legs farther apart. It seemed like it wanted to tear me in half, and I wanted him to.
“Oh God,” I cried as my body heated again, in my opinion too soon.
I felt like what I imagined I would have felt if I was on drugs. My breasts were round and bouncing, my skin tingled, and my breaths came out in spurts. I could see light in my eyes, even in the darkness, and my body felt like it was attaching at my core. I was like we were made for each other. How had I ever been satisfied with someone before Warren?
A small moan escaped my parted lips each time he drove himself into me. Each time it felt as though he delved deeper and deeper. He leaned forward, bending me at another angle, until my ankle rested on his shoulder, tapping a place untapped inside of me. He held me tightly, rubbing his hand up and down my leg. His touch faltered on the remnant of my surgery on my knee, and I held my breath, hoping he didn’t say anything. His fingers rubbed over a few times, though his pace didn’t slow, and I realized I was being paranoid.
I could feel the urge of his orgasm, racing forward and begging my own to join him. I didn’t want him to come alone.
“I’m so close.”
“Come for me,” he grunted, taking one hand from my ankle to massage my swollen clit.
My mouth opened to say something, but the words were lost on my tongue as my insides tightened and milked his cock.
His body froze, tightened like the string on a bow before I felt him coating my insides, groaning as he emptied inside of me before releasing my legs and falling onto me. His sweat cooling my overheated skin.
“How did you do that?” I asked dreamily, unable to believe the sensations that crept and still swirled inside me.
He chuckled darkly, pulling himself from my body before curling around me, pulling my back to his chest.
“Lots of practice.”