Page 13 of Shades of Red

She’s still looking up at me, her bright blue eyes wide as she waits for what happens next, her lips parted like she wants me to use them for target practice. Andfuckif I don’t want to. She’d be the prettiest little cumslut I’ve ever seen.

“We’re heading out,” Javi calls out of nowhere, startling both of us as we jump in our seats. This guy must have a death wish. That’s twicehe’s interrupted me with my girl today. Fucking cockblock. Aurélie looks guilty; I’m fairly certain I just look pissed as hell. “We’ve got an early start tomorrow. Are you guys coming?”

“We just got refills,” I respond, a forced smile pulling uncomfortably at my lips as I lift the full glass in my hand. “Don’t worry, we’ll leave after we finish. Don’t want to give you too much of an easy time in the kitchen, One,” I quip with a wink, and I hate myself for it. Friendly banter makes me want to gag on my own chef’s knife, and this chipper fucker is eating away at the last of my social graces.

“Ohhh, he bringsel fuego! We’re going to have to watch out for you,hermano,” he says playfully like I’ve just challenged him to a game of beer pong.

Fuck my life.

“It would be at your own risk if you didn’t,” I retort, letting him see the glint of my razor sharp edges. He’s right; he should watch out, especially if he’s going to keep distracting me from the French pussy I would like to be knuckles deep in right now.

Javi laughs at the warning. “Well, you two have a good night. Have another drink or two. I wouldn’t mind having an edge tomorrow if you both show up hungover in the morning.”

“Yes, you’d need an edge to win,” I retort. “Goodnight, One. Chefs,” I greet, nodding my head at them as they walk out the bar. And leave me alone with my pretty little whore sitting there in her white dress with no panties on while she soaks the furniture. The whole time, her eyes never left mine. Such a good girl. She deserves a reward. It’s a shame I prefer torture to treats.

“You’re alone with me now,chérie,” I taunt, swirling the liquor in my glass while the ice clinks against the edge. “Question is—what am I going to do to you?”

She goes to nibble on her lip out of habit, but I capture her bottom lip and tug it down to her chin, revealing her teeth in a way thatprobably feels distinctly unflattering. Panicking, she looks around the room for a split second to see if anyone is looking, and that is one second more than I allowed. To humiliate her even further, I slide my thumb and forefinger into her mouth in front of her teeth, stretching her lips wide. If I leave her like this for too long, she’ll start to drool all over my hand. As much as I would like to see her making a mess of herself, this isn’t the place to let my needs run rampant. I’ll have to wait until I have the privacy to wreck her like Ireallywant to.

“What to do with my needy little slut?” I purr against her ear. I pull my fingers from her lips and wipe the spit against her cheek, spreading the wetness over her skin. I dip the same fingers into my glass, swirling them around in the alcohol before bringing them back to her lips. “Open.”

She obeys instantly, parting her red lips and sticking out her tongue too just to send my cock throbbing painfully in my jeans, longing for a lick. I press two bourbon soaked fingers into her mouth, pressing them along the middle of her tongue until I reach the back of her throat. And then I slide them further, forcing her to gag instantly around my hand. I pause, giving her a moment to adjust to having her throat filled.

“Do you want more?” I ask, moving my fingers slowly over her tongue. She nods as well as she can, and I smile at how much she’s enjoying having her mouth fingered in the middle of a bar. I pull back and bring my glass to my lips. She lifts her hand to wipe the spit from her mouth, but I reach out and capture her wrist. “Ah, ah, ah,” I chide. “I like you messy.” To emphasize my point, I reach up and run my thumb through what is left of her lipstick, smearing it across her cheek like the joker’s smile.

“Keep your mouth open and tilt your head back,” I demand. I dig my fingers into her golden hair and pull her head back farther before taking another sip of bourbon and swishing it around with my tongue.I lean over her, cradling her skull like I’m about to kiss her for the first time, and spit into her mouth, letting her taste the alcohol, bitters, orange, sugar, cherry andmeall in one swallow.

Before her mouth has a chance to close, my lips are on hers, parting her teeth and delving inside her. I hold her steady beneath me, drinking her all in. Our first kiss tastes like bourbon and cherries. A perfect union. She tastes like she was made just for me.

Aurélie doesn’t fight me as I try to devour her. She opens even wider, letting me explore the ridges of her teeth and the roof of her mouth with my tongue. She doesn’t even struggle when I kiss her so long that her air runs low. I kiss her until I feel breathless and dizzy before finally releasing her, both of our chests heaving.

“Do you want me to touch you?” I ask, my voice unsteady.

“Yes,” she answers, her voice quivering just as much.

“Here?” I question, my eyes looking around at all the people who could see us. It’s late, nearly eleven, and the crowds have started to thin. It’s mostly couples left, more interested in each other than any of the dirty things we do in our own little corner. Hell, I could probably force her to her knees and shove my cock down her pretty throat, and no one would even bat an eye. The thought has my cock weeping for her mouth.

“Yes,” she says again, her eyes never leaving mine. She’s too far gone to care about the other people right now. She’s starving for me, and I won’t let her go hungry.

“Take out my cock,” I tell her, loving the flash of fear in her eyes. She’s happy to letmeplease her in a public place, but clearly she’s not as interested in reciprocation. “I’m not going to make you do anything,” I scoff.Yet. “I’m just not going to touch you while my rock hard cock is trapped in my pants.”

Nodding, she reaches for me, her trembling fingers grasping the buckle of my belt. I close my eyes, trying to shut out the thought ofwrapping it around her neck and tightening until tears fall down her cheeks. Her hands move to my zipper, and my cock jolts as she brushes against it. She slides my jeans and boxers down low enough that my cock peeks up from the top, but she doesn’t touch me. I can finally breathe, and that’s good enough for now. The table in front of us is large enough to hide most of what we’re doing from any lurkers, but if someone wanted to see, they could.

“Lay back.” She obeys, resting her head on the edge of the loveseat so that she’s half reclining beside me with her legs facing toward me. I take a drink from my glass, this time letting a piece of ice slide into my mouth. Leaning over her, I make her think I’m going to spit into her mouth again. Instead, I reach down and capture her nipple between my teeth. She’s not wearing a bra, and the thin material of her dress does nothing to save her from the cold ice in my mouth as I use my tongue to force it against her. She squirms beneath me, moaning as loud as she dares in a public place.

I groan with her in my mouth, letting her feel the vibration against her sensitive nub that’s hard as a cherry pit. Before the ice melts, I move over to the other nipple, biting down hard as I swirl my tongue and the ice around her. She whimpers, and my cock jolts in answer to her call. I pull off her nipple and lean over her mouth. Sensing what I want, she opens for me, and I spit the small piece of ice into her mouth, watching her swallow it down like a good girl.

I swoop down and taste her mouth once more before grabbing another piece of ice from my glass. This time, I hold it between my fingers, sliding my hand underneath her dress and between her thighs. She shivers when I run the ice along the inside of her thighs, tensing for where I’m headed. And when I reach the apex of her thighs, she tries to adjust her hips and move out of the way. “Sit still,” I command, gripping her hip in one hand as I force the ice between her folds. She squeals when I press the ice directly against her clit, the temperaturecold to the point of pain on her sensitive bundle of nerves.

I rub the ice over her clit, using it to force her toward pleasure even as she squirms in discomfort. The ice melts in my hand under the heat of her cunt, creating a puddle of wetness on her dress and the seat below her. She groans when I reach to grab another piece of ice from my glass. “Hush,” I chide. “You know you love it.” She shakes her head when I thrust a new piece of ice between her legs, even as she starts to move her hips to grind against my hand. “Yeah, you love it so much you filthy little slut. So pretty moving those hips to rub ice all over your sweet clit.”

I pull out my dripping wet hand to grab another piece from my glass. It’s almost all melted. “Do you want to come,chérie?”

“Yes,” she answers, nodding her head frantically at the same time.

“This is the last piece,” I tell her as I hold up a cube of ice. “If you can come before it melts, I’ll let you. If not, you’re not allowed to come at all tonight. Understood?”

“Y-yes, chef,” she whimpers. Andfuck me, that phrase on her lips twists at my insides in a way that it’s never done before. I feel like I could come without even touching my dick as I listen to her sweet moans with my hand on her cunt.

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