Page 29 of Tainted Rose

And how fucked up is it that my dick is stirring to life watching her grind on my buddy? I groan and cross my arms.

Finally, the damn song comes to an end, and Micah leans down and whispers something in her ear. Her eyes pop open and bore right into me.

She huffs, crossing the room, Micah following the whole way. His brows go up which I interpret as You good, man? I nod yes, and wave him off with one hand, catching her as she stumbles into me with the other.

Scarlett looks up at me, her eyes wet.

Whoa.Where’d that come from? Her lip trembles. “Tell me why you’re so hot for me one minute, then you ignore me the next. Tell me why you pull me in only to push me away.” She huffs out a breath. “And then it starts over again. I feel like I’m a yo-yo, your silly plaything that you yank around”—her arms flail wildly as she confronts me—“according to your whims.” Her voice rose as she talked and people have started to stare. I want to tell them all to go fuck themselves but instead I take her hand in mine and move toward the patio. We pass Aria on our way out, and she gives me a definite uh-oh face, eyes wide and a tight smile. I told her last night I wasn’t sure what to do about telling Scarlett. I’m still not sure. And now I’ve got Beau up my ass, too. Fuck.

Once we pass the firepit, I veer off toward the pool house, taking us around the corner where I can talk to her alone. When I stop, I spin her to face me before I lean back against the building. We stare at each other for several quiet seconds, both of us catching our breath.

“You’re not my plaything. I really want to be with you, Red, but there are some things I need to figure out first, none of which are your fault.” I reach out a hand to her, needing her close to me. She allows me to settle her body against mine. I take her head between my palms, skimming my thumbs over my cheeks.

“I know, Xander.” Her voice is so soft, I almost think I’m hearing things.

“Know what?”

She shakes her head, looking disappointed in my response. She closes her eyes for a second. When they pop back open, her lips crash against mine. I’m stunned at first, but her mouth moves in a frenzy, revving me up and pushing me into action. My tongue massages hers, our kiss full of desire. The taste of her is like a lightning strike down my spine and blood rushes to my dick, making my jeans incredibly tight. I nip at her lower lip before my mouth grazes over her jaw and down her neck to her cleavage. I bite on a spot at the top of her left breast, and she gasps in shock. I soothe the sting with my tongue, running it over the mark I just left. “Mine.”

“Am I still yours?” Her question is barely a whisper.

“Always, Red. And you fucking own me, too.” I pull her top up far enough to get to her nipple. I suck at the puckered skin through her lace bra, and she makes the most amazing little noises as my mouth completely wets her bra and the skin underneath. I suck her nipple into my mouth, pulling it in deep, then nip at it with my teeth before I let it go.

“Let me show you. I need to show you how you own me.” My hands go to her jeans, popping the button and pulling the zipper down. I slide my fingers over the globes of her ass, pushing the jeans down along with her panties. She kicks off her flats, and I help her get one leg out of her jeans, then spin her around and back her up to the wall that I’d been leaning against.

“Xander.” She whispers my name as I drop to my knees in front of her. She looks down at me, surprised. “What are you doing?”

“You own me, Scarlett. You fucking own me.” It’s become like a mantra now. She owns me. I lift her leg, putting it over my shoulder. My lips worship every inch of the skin of her inner thigh that rests near my head before I sweep my tongue along the tendon leading to the juncture of her legs. I nudge her clit with my nose and inhale her scent. It fills my head with foggy lust. I may not be drunk like she is, but I’m definitely drunk on her. My mouth covers the hood of her sex, and she cries out when I suck, using my lips and tongue on her. I groan. “You taste so good. So fucking good.” I delve my tongue into her tight, wet core and almost weep with the pleasure of it, the taste, the texture of her skin.

She sways a bit, and I move my hands to each of her thighs, pinning her to the building at the same time I hold her open for my mouth to devour. The more my tongue flutters over all of her sensitive pink skin, the harder it is for her to remain quiet. She looks fucking amazing—red hair flowing around her shoulders, moonlit pale skin, jeans hanging off one leg, pussy fully exposed to the night air. Fuck.

“Xander.” Her hands clutch my hair, and her breath has become harsher in the last thirty seconds. She watches my every movement, a fire burning bright in her blue eyes. “I can’t. I can’t.” Her every word is punctuated by a gasp. She begins to quake, her pelvis rocking toward my face. Raw and raspy, her words tear from her mouth. “Oh God, Xander. I’m coming. Coming so hard.”

For a while longer, I continue to lick, my tongue sliding over her, and every few seconds she shudders, almost like an aftershock. I finally stand, gathering her body to mine, dipping my tongue into her mouth in a kiss so hot, so wild, I think we might be on fire.

“I could eat your pussy all night long.” I rub my straining cock in my jeans against her wet center. “Was it good, baby?”

“Yes.” Her leg wraps tightly around my hip, pulling me in. “But I need—”

My heart hammers behind my rib cage. “Right here?”

She nods. “Now. Please, before I change my mind.” Her voice sounds a little funny, but I chalk it up to anticipation.

I fumble into my pocket for a condom and tear the package open as her hands dive for my jeans. Once unfastened, she shoves everything down just far enough for my cock to spring out of my boxer briefs, hard and ready.

My head buzzes with the idea of sex against the side of the pool house. There are people sitting around the firepit no more than twenty feet from where we’re about to fuck. I can hear the crackling of the fire, the conversation, shouting, and the laughter. I roll the condom on as quickly as I can, and Scarlett is half climbing me in an effort to impale herself on my erection. “I’ve got you.” I lift her, and her legs coil around me, her wetness meeting my lower abdomen.

She presses her lips to mine, hungrily shoving her tongue into my mouth as she begins to grind her pelvis against me. “I need you inside me. Now.”

I shift back, align myself with her opening, and thrust deep. She cries out, and I swallow it with my kiss. I’m barely holding myself together. She’s so tiny, we have an incredibly tight fit. This feels so fucking good, if I didn’t know better I’d say the top of my head was about to pop off. My hands find her ass cheeks, and I hold on to her as I plunge in and out as quickly as I can. This isn’t the time for lovemaking. This is straight up horny, desperate banging.

And God, it’s so fucking good. She’s blowing my mind with the way she’s working her pelvis against me, meeting me stroke for stroke, grinding her clit on my pubic bone. I drive into her, sliding my tongue along her neck and sucking on her earlobe. My voice is low and husky as I whisper, “I will never get enough of you, Red. Never.”

She comes apart right in my arms, and I swallow her moans as she clamps down over and over again on my cock. I slide in and out, savoring her release until my balls tighten, and I can’t stop the orgasm from ripping through me.

As our breathing returns to normal, I notice she won’t look me in the eye. She reaches down, grabs her clothes and jams her bare leg through the leg hole of her panties, into the jeans, and yanks everything up over her ass.

“Hey.”

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