Page 54 of Sweet Chaos
Jesus, she was perfect. I didn’t even bother unclasping her bra—I pulled it down and sucked and teased her nipple, its rosy peak growing harder. Alternating between the right and left breast, she tugged my hair and chanted, “more, more.”
That’s right, I’d give her more than she’d ever had before.
My tongue and hands ran down her stomach as I squeezed her ass and she whimpered. I’d never get enough of that sound. On my knees now, I undid her pants and pulled them down, revealing the pale pink cotton boy shorts. It was so Scarlett, mixing the sweet and innocent with the forbidden. I found it sexy as hell that she didn’t care if I would prefer lace or silk. But they had to go. I slid them down her legs and licked and sucked her pussy. It was dripping, so fucking wet it would take me an hour to lick it clean.
“What do you want, Starlet?”
“You,” she said, panting, her short nails digging into my shoulders, her hips rocking, trying to fuck my face. Not happening. The next time I let her come, I’d be buried so deep inside her my dick would have its own zip code. “I want you.”
“Try again.” I pressed my calloused thumb against her swollen clit and she moaned, the sound going straight to my rock-hard cock and making it swell impossibly harder, straining against the zipper of my jeans. I knew that if I pressed hard enough, she’d explode and I didn’t want that. It was a miracle I hadn’t fucked her yet. “What do you want?”
“I want you to…” I teased her clit, just enough to get her whimpering, not enough to give her an orgasm then dragged my fingers through her wet lips, and pressed one finger against her other hole, circling it.
“Oh God,” she moaned as I got to my feet and glided my tongue around her nipple and between the valley of her breasts.
My hand wrapped around her throat, testing her reaction. “Harder,” she said, eyes at half-mast.
“Tell me what you want.” I squeezed harder before I withdrew my hand.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said, her eyes glazed over with lust, her voice low and seductive.
“That’ll do.” I kissed her hard before I lifted her off the ground, her legs encircling my waist, her mouth crushed to mine as I carried her up the stairs to my bedroom.
Unceremoniously, I threw her on my bed and felt around in my bedside table drawer for the condoms I kept in there. She scooted back on the mattress, her eyes on me as her bra straps slid down her arms. I tossed half a dozen foil packets onto the bed and her eyes widened, a small gasp escaping her lips. I chuckled and stripped naked, her eyes still on me, her pretty pink tongue darting out to lick those plump lips that had been wrapped around my cock on the drive from Santa Ana. I’d nearly wrecked the fucking car but it would have been worth it.
“Get on your hands and knees for me,” I said, rolling a condom over my erection while she stared at it like she’d never seen one before.
She hesitated a moment, debating, and I got the feeling that I’d been right. Missionary was the extent of her sexual experience. That was about to change.
Starlet wasn’t always so compliant, she pushed back, she challenged me, but not this time. She wanted this. She got onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air and looked over her shoulder at me. My palm smacked the flesh of her ass cheek and she gasped as I spread her cheeks with my hands, dipped my head and bit one cheek and then the other, rimming her other hole with my finger. She pressed back against it, moaning loudly, desperate for more. I straddled her thighs, fisting my length, and guided my tip to her entrance. In one thrust, I was buried to the hilt and fuck, I had found my heaven. She was tight as a fist, her pussy so wet and warm and perfect I wanted to live inside it forever.
I stilled, giving her a moment to adjust before I started to move.
“Ohh… ohh…” she moaned, her arms giving out and her chest collapsing against the mattress, one side of her face pressed against my charcoal gray sheets. I fisted her hair and yanked her up off the mattress, and she looked over her shoulder at me. Leaning forward, I kissed her hard and deep, my hand reaching underneath her to rub her clit. She exploded instantly.
“Oh my God. Dylan,” she screamed, her tight walls clenching me, her whole body convulsing. My balls tightened and the sound of her harsh breathing and the feel of her trembling body threw me into an orgasm that temporarily blinded me. Not one of my best performances. How many minutes had I lasted? Not enough to retain my cock’s dignity, that was for damn sure. But I didn’t even care.
After I disposed of the condom, we just lay on the bed together, her head on my chest, my arm wrapped around her and I felt this strange sense of peace come over me. We were quiet for a few long moments, no sound except for our breathing, and I realized that being with her made me happy.
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“I’m going to hell for this,” Scarlett said as I smoked a post-coital cigarette, her head in my lap, my dick getting hard for her again.
A fallen angel. Call me Lucifer. “Good. I could use the company.”
I fucked her two more times and she fell asleep with her body draped over mine. Limbs tangled, her cheek pressed against my beating heart, my hand wrapped around her thigh. That was how we slept, our bodies fused together like star-crossed lovers.
And that was when I knew I was well and truly fucked.
When I woke up a few hours later, the sun was just starting to rise, fingers of pale yellow sunlight dancing across Scarlett’s golden skin. Careful not to wake her, I peeled her body off mine and pulled the covers over her.
Grabbing my phone from the bedside table, I cursed under my breath when I saw the missed calls and the voicemail from my mother. My phone had been on silent. I took it into the bathroom with me. Might as well see what my crazy mother wanted. After I took a piss and washed my hands I listened to her voicemail, and then I listened to it again before calling her back, a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
My call went to voicemail. I tried her again. And again. But she never picked up.
Fuck.
My premonitions hadn’t been about Remy. They had been about my mother.
