Red tightened her grip around my waist, her breath hot in my ear. “God, you’re insatiable,” she purred, kissing down my jawline.
I buried my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the heady scent of her sweat and perfume. “You’re one to talk,” I shot back breathless. "But hey, who’s complaining?”
“Not me,” she whispered, lips curling into a wicked smile.
I smirked, the sound morphing into a low chuckle as Red nipped at my lower lip, her teeth sinking into the flesh with just the right amount of sting.
“Put me down,” she demanded, her fingers tangling in my hair.
I hesitated for a second, my brain playing catch-up, but then I obliged, lowering her gently to the ground. “What’s with the sudden urge to get horizontal?”
She just chuckled, that wicked glint in her eye telling me she had something up her sleeve. “I like to be the one calling the shots every once in a while,” she replied, looking up at me from beneath heavy lashes.
Normally, I’d have something to say about that—me, the one who likes to be in control. But before I could fire back, she was on her knees, hands reaching my boxers with a cocky ease that turned me into a fucking mess.
Maybe it was the way she licked her lips, or the way she looked up at me with those big, fucking doe eyes. I didn’t know, and frankly, I didn’t give a shit.
“Honestly, I just felt like fucking your brains out, that’s all,” she said, casual as anything.
I didn’t protest. I didn’t argue.
Hell, I didn’t even breathe.
My cock throbbed with anticipation as she freed me from my boxers, her lips hovering right over the bulge that was ready to burst out.
I groaned, my head rolling back as her mouth finally wrapped around me, heat and wetness swallowing me whole. And when she took me in deeper, all bets were off.
I bucked my hips, desperate for more of her sinful touch. Every last shred of control flew out the window.
“Fuck, Red,” I moaned, as she sucked me down with a hunger that left me reeling.
I was hers. Completely and fucking utterly hers.
She licked the tip of my cock, her tongue swirling around the head like she was about to feast on the Last Supper.
The sound of her gulping and swallowing filled the air between us. Her lips were wrapped tightly around me, and I could feel her saliva dripping down my shaft as she bobbed her head back and forth.
I reached down and grabbed onto Red’s hair, pulling her head slightly so she could take more of me in her mouth. My hand rested on the back of her head, guiding her movements and making sure she swallowed every fucking inch. Hearing her moans and seeing the pleasure in her eyes made me even harder, my hips bucking slightly as I tried to control myself from blowing too soon.
As she took me deeper into her throat, I clenched my fists tightly and bit down on my lower lip to prevent myself from shouting out loud.
My cock slid effortlessly down Red’s throat, hitting the back of her mouth with a wet sound. Her cheeks hollowed out as she gagged slightly, but she didn’t stop.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Doc,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in her hair.
She hummed around me, sending vibrations rippling down my spine. As she looked up at me with those enticing green eyes, I knew that she was aware of how much power she held over me right now.
“You like that, don’t you?” she asked, her voice muffled by the thick shaft of my cock as she bobbed her head up and down.
I could only nod, my brain reduced to mush as her teasing tongue ran along the sensitive underside of my shaft, eliciting a a deep, guttural moan from my chest.
I gritted my teeth, fighting against the overwhelming urge to come. “Red,” I said gruffly. “Slow down.”
She listened, easing up, taking small sips instead of deep throating me.
“Good girl,” I said approvingly.
As she slowed down, I let out a satisfied grunt and ran my fingers through her hair, feeling its silky softness and loosening my grip slightly while keeping her head in place. Her tongue lapped at my shaft teasingly, and I heard the faint sound of her swallowing between each pull-back.