That sounds kind of barbaric.

I’M SO RAMPED UP from my altercation with that twatface. When he started talking shit about Quinn, my vision turned red and every ounce of my being went into defense mode.

I wanted to punch him.

Almost did, too. If Quinn hadn’t touched me, it would have been over.

Seeing Quinn’s family and how little support she has doesn’t make me feel pity for her. This feeling is more like…awe of how she can be so strong and independent despite the lack of support. A weaker woman might crumble in the face of parents pushing her to stay in a marriage without trust, but not Quinn. She calls them on their shit and walked away from the man who broke his promise to her. She’s so fucking amazing.

I want Quinn.

I want my tongue in her mouth.

I want to rub my dick all over her body. On her sassy mouth that speaks her mind even when it isn’t easy. In her gorgeous fiery red hair. On the countless freckles that dot her body.

I want to come on her skin and rub it in so my essence stays with her all day.

I want to mark her as mine—mine to fuck, mine to share, mine to pleasure.

These feelings of possession are undeniable, and I don’t want to hold them back anymore. But first, I’m going to make good on my promise to take her ass. Not every woman likes anal, but I know she has done this before, just not with me.

Not yet, anyway.

We stumble into my place, our hands all over each other, panting with desperation. As soon as we manage to close the door, I tear her clothes off of her, pulling clumsily at the fabric. My desire has robbed me of finesse, but Quinn doesn’t seem to mind, as she’s taking my clothes off just as frantically. Once we’re both naked, I pick her up, her hot pussy against my stomach, legs wrapped around my waist, and I carry her into my bedroom. I’m going to need my lube for this, or else I would’ve just fucked her in the foyer.

In my bedroom, I put her down on the bed, unable to stop looking at the perfection that is this woman. Her eyes meet mine and I try to convey all I’m feeling for her.

“Are you ready?” I ask her.

In response, she rolls over onto her stomach, grabs a pillow for her head, and tucks her knees under her abdomen, effectively raising her ass in the air for me.

My cock jumps at the sight. I guess that’s a yes. I reach into my nightstand drawer for the lube, put it beside her, then crawl onto the bed and bury my face in that amazing spot between her legs. The scent of her pussy fills my nose and I inhale deeply, loving the fact that she’s all worked up because of me.

I spread her cheeks apart, giving me easier access to her pussy, licking, nipping, rubbing my face up and down her sensitive flesh. From this angle, having my mouth on her pussy means my nose rubs against her pucker. I feel the wrinkled skin as I dive my tongue into her wet heat, as deep as I can get it. Her arousal mixed with my saliva makes her slippery, and I plan to put that slipperiness to good use.

She moans and groans her pleasure as I work her, the sounds muffled by the pillow. I want to make her come once before I start working on her ass; she needs to be loose and relaxed.

Pulling her clit into my mouth, I suck on it, loving the way her thighs tremble. With Quinn, I know too much attention to her clit can drive her orgasm away, so I let it go and slide my index finger into her, teasing her with little flicks and licks.

My cock wants in on this action, but I ignore it, inserting a second finger into her pussy, pushing them in and out while I torment her clit.

She’s moving her pelvis now, as best she can from this angle, widening her legs and pushing into my face. I’m completely smothered by her, my face covered in her wetness, but I don’t care. I could live here, between Quinn’s legs.

Her sounds start to escalate and I feel the flutters inside of her, so I work my fingers faster and leave her clit completely alone.

“Fuck, Charlie!” she complains.

“You know what I want to hear, Red.”

“Fuck you.”

I chuckle, slowing the pace of my fingers. She curses, gets up on her hands and knees, and starts rocking her body, fucking herself on my fingers.

Fuck, that’s hot.

She’s chasing her orgasm herself, trying to avoid begging me—but I’m a selfish prick and I want her to beg me.

So, I take my fingers out slowly.

“Charlie Nelson, I need you to make me come, you bastard!”

“Now, that isn’t very nice, calling me names.” I kiss her left cheek then get closer to her, kissing the spot right in between her asshole and pussy. I can’t help but give her a long swipe with my tongue.

“Please, Charlie, please make me come,” she says, flopping her upper body back down on the pillow in supplication.

Fuck yes. I insert three fingers this time, then suck her clit into my mouth, hard. Three pumps later, she comes, trembling around my fingers. Her screams echo in my head, music to my ears.

Before she has a chance to come down from her orgasm, I’m pulling my fingers from her cunt and dragging the arousal up to her pucker. My fingers are slippery and I rub that tightly clenched hole, feeling the texture of the sensitive skin there.

“Mmmm,” she moans.

I lick her pussy again, relishing the way it spasms around my tongue one last time, and then I trail my tongue up to her asshole. I let my saliva pool in my mouth and let myself drool all over her tiny hole, thinking about how tight she’s going to be. I kiss the creased skin then explore the surface with my tongue. I lick up and down, around and around, then dip down to her pussy, nipping her sensitive clit to give her a jolt of sensation every now and then.

“Fuck, Red. This hole is so tight. I’m going to stretch it real good to get it ready for my cock.”

She groans in response.

Flexing my tongue to make it firm, I probe the hole, trying to breach it, but she clenches up in response.

“Hold your cheeks open for me.”

Surprisingly, she obeys with no objections, resting her face on the pillow sideways and reaching her hands back to hold herself open for me. Now that’s better. I look at her, pussy dripping wet, asshole clenched tight.

“Relax that hole for me.”

“I am relaxed,” she argues.

“I can see how tight it is. Relax for me baby. Let me in.”

She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, and I can see her muscles relax ever so slightly. Once again, I lick her, groaning in pleasure at touching this forbidden spot. Then I flex my tongue and try to enter. This time, I slip in, not very far, but enough to feel that tight ring of muscle, just inside her opening. Fuck yes. I work my tongue all around, using my fingers on her clit to keep her distracted.

Quinn wiggles against me, moaning loudly. I slide my finger into her pussy to get it nice and wet then bring it up to her anus, right beside my tongue. I push to gain entrance and she clenches, the hole puckering up around my fingertip.

“Breathe baby, nice and steady. It’s just my fingertip.” I pet her hip and thigh, soothing her while I apply more pressure and my finger gains entrance to the first knuckle. “Good girl,” I praise.

I alternate like this, with my tongue and finger, until my entire index finger is inside her. It’s hot and tight inside Quinn.

“Fuck, I wish you could see this,” I tell her.

I grab the lube on the bed, withdraw my finger, and apply an abundant amount around and into her hole as it gapes slightly open. I insert my finger again, and it slides inside so much easier now.

I work that hole open until three fingers are buried in her ass, and the sight of it makes me want to come. A light sheen of sweat covers Quinn’s back.

“You’re doing so good, taking three of my fingers.”

“Charlie,” she moans.

“What, baby? What do you need?” I can’t see much of her face, but she sounds blissed out.

“More,” she whimpers.

“More fingers?”

“No, more of you. I need your cock. I’m ready for it.”

I gently remove my fingers, kiss her puckered entrance one last time, and then sit back on my haunches.

“Roll over and my cock is yours.”

 

MY WORLD IS REDUCED to the feel of Charlie, his tongue and his fingers. He has taken his time to prep me, giving me an orgasm and stretching me open. That first finger felt enormous, but I got used to it after a while.

Now I need his cock.

I roll over, not arguing at his command. We position the pillow under my hips and I pull my knees back, giving him better access. He strokes his cock while he admires the view, and I notice he is so hard it must be painful. The tip is purple and I swear I see it jump in his hand. He pours a generous amount of lube then strokes it again for good measure. As he moves up the bed to kneel in between my legs, I admire this man in front of me. He’s beyond gorgeous.

I feared his reaction when we left my parents’ place. I thought I’d see pity in his expression, but when he pinned me against the front door and kissed me with that brutal kiss, it was like he knew exactly what I needed from him.

He positions his cock, nudging my hole, and stares into my eyes.

“Relax, Red. Give me a deep breath, and let it out nice and slow.”

This is not my first rodeo with anal, but I love the care he’s taking to make it good for me.

I nod, taking a deep breath and trying to remain as relaxed as I can.

The pressure is intense, his dick so much bigger than his fingers. I inhale sharply when I feel him pop through that ring of muscle.

“God, Quinn, you’re so fucking tight.” Sweat beads up on his forehead and upper lip and he grimaces, as if it’s all he can do to stay still right now—but I don’t want him to stay still. I want him to sink the rest of that gorgeous cock into me. I tilt up my pelvis, relaxing my asshole as much as I can.

“More, Charlie. Give it to me.”

He opens his eyes, trying to gauge my expression, and what he sees must convince him I’m ready for more.

He drizzles more lube around his cock for good measure, pulling back and forth in shallow strokes to get his erection as slippery as possible. Then he wedges it in, pushing forward forcefully, holding my gaze as he buries himself in me until I can feel his pubic hair against my skin.

Holy fuckity fuck.

“Ahhh,” I cry out, unable to keep it in.

Concern takes over Charlie’s face. “Are you okay?”

I take a deep breath and try to acclimate to the intrusion. “Fuck, your cock is big.”

He begins to back out and I stop him, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Don’t you dare. I just needed a second. I’ve never had a cock as big as yours up my ass.”

He stills. “You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m not fragile, I promise. I want you to fuck me. Fuck my ass like it’s never been fucked before.”

He relaxes and smiles at me, giving me that sexy, panty-dropping smile.

“That I can do.” He removes my legs from around his waist and motions for me to hold my knees back like I was before. “I need to play with your sweet pussy. I want to feel you come while I’m buried in your ass.”

Yesss. Typically, the only way I come from anal is with a vibrator against my clit, but we’re at his house—no toys here. However, Charlie is well versed in how to make me come.

He holds my thighs open wide and slides in and out of my ass, keeping his movements smooth and controlled, allowing me a moment to get used to the feel of him burrowing into me then pulling almost all the way out. He watches the spot where we’re connected and I wish I could see too.

Then he moves his hands in toward my center and swipes a finger up my slit, flicking at my clit.

“Yesss,” I moan, closing my eyes as I take in all the different sensations.

A sudden smack to my pussy has my eyes flying back open.

“Did you just slap me?” I ask, incensed.

His response is another slap, this time landing right on my clit. The pain surprises me initially but then morphs somehow into pleasure. A deep moan escapes me without permission and he chuckles.

“You like it.”

“No I don’t,” I huff.

Slap.

“Fuck!”

“Is that why you’re so wet? Because you don’t like it?” His finger pumps into my cunt, and the pressure of his cock in my ass makes my pussy tighter and his finger feel so much bigger than ever before, not to mention the sensation of his piercing rubbing up and down my sensitive flesh.

His cock is pumping faster now, and his finger matches the rhythm. I feel my orgasm start to build.

“Your pussy doesn’t lie, Red. You like my cock in your ass, and you like when I slap your clit. Are you going to come? Give. It. To. Me.” The last words are punctuated not only with his thrusts, but also with a slap to my clit.

“God,” I sob, trying not to let go of my legs. My body is bouncing with the force of his thrusts and I’m hanging right on the edge. I look up to Charlie, desperation in my face. “Please,” I whisper.

He holds my gaze as he snaps his hips and pinches my clit all at once. The two sensations at once push me into bliss and I scream out, falling apart with blinding pleasure. I feel my pussy spasm around his finger, and I also feel my ass clench around his cock.

Then he shouts and follows me, his cock pulsing inside me.

Maybe it takes minutes to come down from my orgasm, maybe hours, but when I’m conscious again, I register that Charlie is wiping me clean with a warm washcloth. I hear the water running in the bathroom as he washes his hands then a warm body cocoons mine and I drift off to sleep.

I wake up to the sensation of being watched, like a tickle on the back of my neck. Sure enough, when I open my eyes, cobalt blue eyes are staring at me.

“Hey sleepy.” Charlie smiles.

“Hey sexy. Sorry I conked out. How long have I been asleep?” I stretch languidly, feeling a twinge in my nether regions.

“Not long, maybe a half hour or so.”

“You couldn’t sleep?” He seems so serious right now.

“Just thinking.”

“About?” I prod.

“Us.” Oh fuck. Are we going to talk about us? What if he doesn’t feel the same things I’m feeling? What if he tells me we need to back off? My heart rate kicks up a notch and I’m instantly wide awake.

“What about us?” I swallow, needing more spit in my mouth.

He looks at me warily. “I know we started this thing not wanting anything serious.”

“We did.” I nod and hold my breath.

“It seems like we’ve gotten a bit carried away.”

What does that mean? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

“You’re probably right.”

He takes a deep breath, preparing to say something else, and my lungs all but freeze up. “The thing is, you’ve gotten under my skin, Quinn. I can’t stop thinking about you.” His expression is so sincere.

“I can’t stop thinking about you either,” I tell him, blowing out the breath I was holding.

“I want you to be mine.” Vulnerability shines in his eyes, and I immediately want to soothe it.

My smile is hard to contain, but I try. “Yours? That sounds kind of barbaric.”

“Yes, mine—mine to fuck, mine to talk to, mine to protect.” He kisses my lips so sweetly I could cry. “And I’ll be yours.”

“Mine?” I like the sound of that.

He nods.

“Mine to fuck and talk to and protect?”

“If you want.” He studies me, looking from one eye to the other, trying to gauge my reaction. “You’re killing me here, Red. What do you think about this? About us?”

“I…” How do I explain this? “I’m not sure I ever want to get married again, Charlie.”

“Whoa, whoa.” He chuckles. “That was not a proposal.”

“I’m just saying, I was married before and the contract did nothing. Saying vows in front of a judge or a priest, it doesn’t mean anything other than making it a very expensive breakup. A relationship has to be a commitment between two people. If you want to get married someday, I’m not the one for you.”

“I don’t need a promise of marriage, Quinn.”

“What do you need a promise of then?”

“What if…” He ponders this for a second. “What if we make up our own rules?”

I raise my eyebrows in question. “What?”

“What I’m saying is that I want us to be together. I want you to be mine and I want to be yours, but we can define our own relationship, Quinn. If we’re both on the same page, we can do whatever we want.”

His gorgeous blue eyes pin me with their intensity. I can’t look away, but I’m not sure how I feel about what he’s saying.

“We can decide if we want to play with someone else. As long as we both want it and no one is getting hurt, I don’t see what’s wrong with that.”

“I was cheated on once before, and I don’t think I can go through that again,” I tell him.

“I don’t want to have sex with anyone else unless you’re there—unless you want to play with someone else together. Do you consider what we did with Tobias cheating?”

“Well, no…” I drift off, trying to gather my thoughts. “You want to be like…swingers?”

“I don’t know what the definition of swingers is, but I think that’s more like swapping partners, and I don’t want to swap. I want you all the time. I only want to include someone else if we both want to.”

“But, what if you want to have sex with someone else and I’m not there?”

“I haven’t had sex with anyone else since that night at Club Bailar with Miss Double D when you watched me—if you call that sex. I haven’t wanted to. When I went to New York for my work trip, someone tried to pick me up at the bar and you know what I did?”

Oh no. My stomach drops at the thought of him fucking someone else while he was away. “No, what?”

“I blew her off to text you.”

The knot in my belly loosens. “You did?”

“I did. When’s the last time you had sex with someone else?”

“Well, Tobias.” That was just the other night.

“I mean without me there.”

I think about this. “Not since before that night at Club Bailar either.”

He raises only his right eyebrow as if to say I made his point.

“So let me get this straight: you want to be in a relationship with me, but we can decide to have sex with other people and as long as we’re both there, it’s okay?” I’m skeptical. “What if I don’t ever want to have sex with a third person?”

“Then we won’t. The only reason I would want to have sex with someone else would be to have you watch me, if it turned you on to see me, or to play together. If you weren’t there, I’d rather just be with you.” He shrugs as if this is the simplest thing and I’m being a dunce for not getting it.

“And you’re okay with me having sex with another guy as long as you’re there?”

“I’m saying that we talk about it, as a couple, and decide if we want to play with someone else. If I don’t like the guy or you don’t like the girl—or vice versa—then we don’t play, no questions.”

“That sounds a bit…unconventional.”

“Yes. Be unconventional with me, Quinn.” His eyes plead with me to take this chance with him.

I waver, unsure if I want to give Charlie the power to hurt me.

He sees my indecision and pulls me into his arms. “If you don’t want this, just tell me. I know I just sort of sprang this on you. I’m going to go take a shower and give you some time to think, okay?” He kisses my forehead, a sad, resigned smile on his face, and starts to get out of bed.

My heart jumps into my throat at the thought of him leaving right now, thinking I don’t want him. “Wait.” I grab his arm, tugging him back to me. Hope seeps into his eyes, but he’s hesitant, and I can see I have the power to hurt him, too. “Don’t go. I’m afraid of the whole third person thing, afraid there’s a thin line between playing and cheating, but I’m willing to try.”

“I promise we’ll only do it if we both want to. If you don’t want to share, my cock is all yours. I won’t ever cheat on you, Quinn. I know that’s a big deal.”

“Okay. And I promise I won’t ever lie to you, Charlie. I know that’s a deal breaker for you.”

His smile breaks across his face, as bright as the sun. I think mine must match his, because my cheeks hurt.

“So, we’re going to do this? You’re mine?”

I laugh out loud at his boyish excitement. “And you’re mine. What shall I do with you?”

“I can think of a few things.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“So can I.”