Chapter Eight –Warren
I really did have more important things to do – like stick my fingers in Red’s warm honey.
She walked into my house calmer than I’d thought she would be, given how stressed she was at Vilma’s. Her hands skimmed over my simple furniture and considered the mismatch chairs and tables that I got from thrift stores.
“Red,” I said, liking too much the vision of her standing in my living room.
“Yeah?” she asked, turning to me. Her body was outlined in gold from the sunlight behind her.
“Come here,” I said, holding my hand out.
She came without arguing, and I caressed her face, enjoying the second chance I fought for. Our first time was rushed. This time, I was going to make her second guess leaving my bed again. Her eyes fluttered before closing as my finger stroked across her cheek, down her nose, and over her plump lips.
Then I kissed her like she was my oxygen, a slow burn that was keeping me standing, keeping my feet on the ground. I wanted her. I needed her. I was craving her.
Every inch of that curvy body.
My fingertips glided down her neck and over her shoulders as she shivered under my touch. She moaned into my mouth and I swallowed it as my hands grasped her firm breasts. Her hands skimmed under my shirt, over my abs, and my body clenched at her touch.
I pulled away slightly, to pull her shirt over her head. I wanted to see her reaction to my touch. Her bra was white and plain, and yet so striking against her gorgeous skin. I pulled it down, not bothering to unhook it.
Her lips parted as I stroked her nipples, going over each pebbled nub like a joystick, pushing it to the left and right before pinching it and pulling it toward me.
Her eyes closed as her head fell back. My right hand left her breasts and found her pant buttons.
Her body jerked as I rubbed her over her clothing.
“Oh god,” she purred, rubbing against my palm like a cat.
“Nope. Just me, baby,” I said, trying to remain cool.
She rolled her hips into my hands as I unbuckled her jeans and pushed them down with her panties. She didn’t need prodding as she stepped out the pants and her shoes. She unhooked her bra until she was standing in front of me, naked and not shy.
I stared down at her body awestruck. She was so beautiful. I froze, running through all the reasons in my head why I should stop things, leave this girl alone, and walk away. She was too everything. Too good. Too sweet. Too innocent. And too sexy for me.
I didn’t deserve her.
She stood on her tiptoes, like she could hear me thinking, and kissed me on the lips. That was all I needed. Our mouths pressed together with a need so powerful, it hurt. One hand grabbed her ass and the other found its way into her wet center.
“Warren.”
The way my name slipped off her tongue made me want to do more things to her. I allowed my finger to slide into her wet opening. She gasped and arched her back, pushing me deeper. I was surprised by how tight she seemed and wondered last night just how long had it been since her last time. She was like a god damn virgin, and even now, her little cunt was clinging to me like she’d never been pleasured.
I fingered her, letting her writhe and beg for more before adding another finger.
“Oh god,” she muttered, and she squeezed my wrist.
“I need you,” she said in a quick breath.
“Not yet,” I said, going to my knees. She smelled so delicious. I leaned closer, putting my nose to bare slit, and inhaled. “God, Red.”
She mewled, running her hand over my head.
I pushed her legs open wider, causing her to grip my shoulder without a wall to hold her up. My head tilted up and I drank from her like she was a goddamn water fountain. She tasted like heaven, and her moans were a fucking bonus. She cried out as my tongue circled her clit. I flicked hard, loving the way she scratched my scalp with her nails as I lapped harder.
“I’m going to come,” she said, placing her hand on my hand to stop me, but that wasn’t going to happen.
“Then come,” I mumbled into her opening.
“But.”
I stopped her words with two thick fingers up her canal.
I was on a mission to taste Red right from the goddamn source. I wanted to drown in her cunt.
My fingers worked her to a frenzy, and she humped against my face.
“Warren. I–”
I reached up to pinch her nipples. She was talking too much.
With my tongue on her clit, my fingers in her cunt, and my other hand on her nipple, her body was overwhelmed by pleasure. I leaned a little forward, stretching so my tongue could reach her tightened ass, before sticking my thumb up there and she screamed and her pussy tightened around my digits.
“Oh! Oh! Ah,” she moaned as she held onto whatever she could get her grip on before she went limp. “Ugh.” She yanked me by my beard until I stood. “I need you. Now.”
We weren’t going to make it to the bedroom. I pushed her towards the couch and she leaned into her fall. Her knees fell into place, and bracing herself over the arm, she pushed her incredible ass out and up.
I dragged my fingers down the column of her spine, noticing a long, faded scar. I traced down it with my finger before leaning over to kiss it. I wondered what happened there, but now wasn’t the time.
“Please. Please, Warren. Don’t tempt me anymore,” she said, pushing against my cock.
I covered her like a blanket; I wanted as much of her skin on mine as possible, but still hadn’t slid inside her wet walls.
I pushed her legs open a little more and gripped the curve of her backside before lining my cock with her entrance. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight,” I said through my teeth as I thrust into her tight opening.
“Fuck,” she sung, clenching the fabric.
I kept trying to remember to go slow, to savor this, but she had another plan.
“Oh yes. Fuck me,” she said pushing back against me. “Harder!”
I wasn’t going to ignore that. I had to make sure my baby got what she needed.
I hammered into her so hard the sofa moved along the wood, scooting forward like we were experiencing an earthquake. I kept going, not willing to stop, and only seeing our orgasms at the end.
“You like that?”
She whimpered, nodding as her pussy grabbed my cock in a firm grip.
“Yes.”
Her lush curves pushed against me and froze as her body trembled.
There it was. “Come on, baby. Give it to me.”
I reached forward, searching for her clit, rubbing her to the best orgasm of her life.
It was close. Almost. I rubbed it softly before pinching it, and she screamed. Right there.
That’s what I needed, and I didn’t give a damn if my neighbors heard.
“Come for me, Warren.”
How could I ignore that? I couldn’t. Not with her pussy milking my body and begging me to join her.
I rolled my hips, extending her orgasm and her pleasure as I eased myself in and out of her, straining to hold on just a few seconds longer.
I slammed myself as deep as I could inside her wetness once more, and then felt my cock spurt without my permission, losing the battle with self as I coated her walls
“Oh, right there, baby,” she said, slowing our pace, but continuing to ride my dick until we were both done.
I pulled out and grabbed her with the last of my energy to carry her to my room. That couch was small and I couldn’t imagine it was all that comfortable, considering where I bought it. I needed a nap to recharge, and I’d be damned if we did it anywhere but my bed.
Once under the covers, I held her body close to mine, barely able to keep my eyes open.
“You’re going to be here when I wake up?” I asked in the silence, hoping she was still awake.
She blushed but turned indignant.
“Why do you care? It’s just a one-night stand.”
I considered what she said. Maybe she was right...at one time, but not anymore. “Who said it was that? Can’t you count? This is our second time together.”
She laughed a little but sobered. “We can’t get attached.”
I had never had a woman tell me that, and to be honest, I didn’t know what to say to it.
“Whatever this is,” she said, pointing between us, “it’s not worth staying for.”
Well damn. How could she say that after what we just experienced? Plus, how the fuck would she even know? She hadn’t given us a chance. Was it me? Maybe she felt like the majority of the population feels: it’s dangerous to get involved with a biker. But she didn’t know me. I always protected what was mine.
“How would you know that?”
“I just do,” she said, shrugging and pulling out from my embrace.
“What would it hurt?”
I hated how the question sounded leaving my mouth, but if I had to be the bitch in the moment for something that I really wanted, I would be that.
“I’m not staying in town much longer, and this would just be a complication.”
She called us a ‘this,’ and that was something. Something was better than nothing.
“Let me convince you to stay.”
I had to, because I could admit to myself that I was already attached. I missed the opportunity once, but I wasn’t going to miss it again. I wanted to see what this was. We were great together.
She shook her head no but asked, “How do you intend to convince me?”
I sat up and grabbed her hand. “If it’s money you need, I got it covered. If you’re in trouble, I’ll protect you. If you’re running from something, I’m the best person to have your back. You don’t always have to be tough, Red. I can be that for the both of us.” She seemed to think about it and sighed before saying, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
That’s all I wanted to hear.