Page 14 of Shades of Red

Willing to give her a helping hand, I slide two fingers into her slick pussy. She keens at the sudden intrusion, her cunt clamping down on my hand as I continue to slide the ice over her clit. When I slam a third finger inside her, she comes without warning, pulsing around my fingers as she bites down on her hand to keep from screaming and alerting the entire bar that she’s orgasming with more than half my hand shoved up her cunt. She finally collapses against the loveseat, and I pull the small sliver of ice out from between her thighs.

“My good little whore made it with time to kill,” I tell her, feeling quite pleased with her performance. “Open.” She obeys, taking the rest of the ice on her tongue and licking the taste of herself from myfingers. When she’s done, I slip my fingers from her mouth and bring them to my lips, running my tongue along the sides until I’ve licked away every drop of her spit. Then I claim her mouth, loving the earthy flavor of her cum dancing on the tip of her tongue. I could devour her for eternity, drink in her arousal, lick the sweat from her skin, suck the blood from her very veins. I won’t be satisfied until I’ve consumed all of her.

I frown when she starts to pull away. I need more from her, and I’m desperate to feel her from the inside as I fill her with my cock. “It’s late,” she whispers against my lips, her eyes locked on the clock mounted on the far wall. Her small hands push against my chest, and I grab both of her wrists in my hands.

“Are you ready to take this somewhere more private?” I ask, dipping down to take her mouth again. BecauseIcertainly am.

“I need to go home,” she says, turning her head to evade my lips.

I laugh as I stare down at her until I realize that she’s sitting silently beneath me. “Wait, you’re serious?” I scoff.

“It’s late,” she says again, a furrow between her brows.

“What’s the matter, Aurélie? Does daddy still give you a curfew?” She flinches, turning her eyes away from me.

“Something like that,” she whispers. That’s apparently the only explanation I’ll get of why I’m not taking her home and fucking her in my bed tonight.

“Okay,” I say in resignation, not wanting to push the matter. I untangle my legs from hers and help her sit up. “Can I walk you home?”

“No, I’ll be fine.” She frowns when she looks down and sees the wet spots over her tits, the white material translucent to the point where I can see the rosy color of her nipples. She hasn’t even noticed the mess I’ve made of her dress further down her thighs. “You should get home too. We still have to be at Dix first thing in the morning.”

“Yes, mom,” I retort, rolling my eyes. When I go up to the barto settle the tab, she grabs her purse and runs to the restroom. I can only guess from the amount of time she takes that she’s hoping I’ll give up and leave, but there’s not a chance in hell I’m walking out of this bar without her. Finally, she emerges, her face a perfect painting of makeup once more. I’m instantly overwhelmed with the desire to smear her lipstick with my mouth.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she says as she brushes past me and heads toward the exit.

“Like what?” I ask in annoyance. I’ve never met someone who takes such an issue with the way my eyes linger on their body. Maybe because this is the first time I’ve felt something that even remotely resembles the obsession that courses through my veins when I’m near her.

“Like you want to eat me,” she calls over her shoulder, pushing open the doors and walking out into the warm summer night. She’s right. That’sexactlywhat I want to do.

I follow her, pushing the doors open a little firmer than necessary. She’s started walking down the street without so much as athanks for the fucking orgasm. “Hey,” I call, catching up to her quickly and grabbing her by the elbow. “You can’t just walk away like that.”

“I have to be home by midnight, Grey,” she huffs while trying to jerk her arm out of my grasp.

“So let me walk you,” I compromise, refusing to release my hold on her arm even as she struggles. The girl is impossible. “I’m not going to let you walk the streets of Paris alone at this hour.”

She stares up at me like I’m an idiot, her brows knotted into a scowl. “You’reprobably more dangerous than anyone I’ll run into on the streets I’ve spent my whole life walking.” I have no retort because it’s probably true. “I have to get home before—I just need to get home. We have to be up early.”

“Yes, you’ve said that,” I answer with a frown. I reach out to runmy fingers over her now perfect lips. “Is there another reason you’re running away? Did I do something you didn’t like?” I mentally run through all the things I could have done to scare her away. You know, likespit in her fucking mouth. And I’m instantly second guessing allowing her to see that side of me that no one sees.

“No,” she says with such certainty that I suspect she’s being genuine. “No, you were perfect. I—I’ve never done something like that before.” Her hands wrap around my neck and pull me closer. “I liked it.” Her mouth lands on mine, and I let her lead as she coaxes my lips into a soft kiss. “And I want more.” Another kiss. “But not tonight.” Her lips meet mine once more; this time, it feels like a parting kiss. “Tonight I want to go to bed and get a good sleep so I can kick your American ass tomorrow in the kitchen.”

I can’t help but smile even as she pulls away. “Okay, golden girl. Go sleep in your empty bed.” She starts to walk away from me, and I pull her back one more time, wrapping my arms around her narrow waist and grabbing her ass. “And you had better bring it tomorrow, or I’ll put that pert French ass over my knee and spank it until it’s red how I like.”

“Sadist,” she accuses, rolling her eyes as she pulls free from me.

“Slut,” I retort, knowing she enjoys my torture as much as I do.

She smiles as she turns away and starts walking in the opposite direction of my apartment. “Bonne nuit,” she calls over her shoulder.

“Bonne nuit, chérie,” I answer, even though she’s already too far to hear me.

My shitty fourth floor apartment echoes with emptiness. The silence that’s usually so tranquil is deafening as I kick off my leather shoes and strip off my belt and shirt before free-falling into my empty bed. My sheets smell like bergamot and spice—not a hint of cherry sweetness. I honestly can’t believe I came home alone tonight after everything that happened at L’Armurerie. My cock is in the same disbelief as it sits hard and aching between my thighs.

That is thesecondtime I’ve gotten to touch her and taste her but still not claim her in the way I need to. And I assure you, there won’t be a third. The next time I have her, she’ll be mine. Completely.

I slip my hand into my back pocket and pull out the little scrap of red. I rub the panties between my fingers, the softness stroking my skin just like they did her slick cunt when she had them on. The silk is no longer damp with her arousal, but I bring them to my nose to inhale the scent of her.Fuck me, she smells sweet. I run my tongue along the center, lapping at her earthy flavor with a hint of spice. It’s a heaven for the senses that I couldhappily drown in.

Fisting her panties, I reach down and strip out of my pants and boxers, dropping them to the floor. Fully naked, I crawl onto the bed and grab a pillow from the side of the bed that I don’t sleep on. The side that will be hers when I finally get her where she belongs. I straddle the pillow, enjoying the feeling of havingsomethingbetween my thighs as I reach down and wrap Aurélie’s red panties around my cock. The black tattoos on my thighs are stark against the white sheets as I move my hips back and forth harshly, thrusting into my fist like it’s her tight cunt.

---