揧ou want my cock, Red??
In response, she moans again. Louder. I sit up, pulling my shirt off and tugging down my sweatpants so my dick juts out. Scarlett bites her bottom lip, laser-focused on my growing erection. She抯 not wearing a bra. I can see the hard points of her nipples as her body responds.
The leggings she抯 wearing are skin-tight. It takes me three jerks to get them down and off. Her soaked underwear comes off next. I move closer, about to push inside, when I realize, 揅ondoms are upstairs.?
This has always been a tense subject between us. Now that we抮e not only having sex, but having it as often as possible, it抯 become an increasingly pertinent issue. It抯 an ongoing test of trust in each other. Saying you trust someone is one thing. Backing it up with action is another. Especially when transmitting a disease or pregnancy are potential consequences.
揑 trust you.?She repeats the same thing she told me four nights ago, outside Proof. And it prompts the same swell of a sensation that feels a lot like love.
I kiss her as she works her way down and around my cock. I抳e never had sex without wearing a condom before. Nothing is dulled. I groan at the sensation of her tight, wet heat contracting around me without any barrier. 揌oly shit.?
揑t feels different??
揧eah,?I breathe, picking up the pace once we抳e both adjusted. 揊eels good. You feel so fucking good.?
揑t feels different with you,?Scarlett murmurs. I know she抯 not talking about the lack of latex between us.
She winds her long legs around my waist, opening up to me even more. We both moan as I slide deeper, hitting a new spot. My breathing quickens as I start to feel the familiar tingle in my balls. And then I抦 coming, harder and longer than I ever have. White spots dot my vision, bringing new meaning to blinding pleasure.
Slowly, reality trickles back into the living room. But I don抰 move away from her. Scarlett抯 hand threads through my hair, running through the short strands over and over again. I press my lips against the curve of her neck, right where it meets her shoulder. Inhaling her scent and breathing against her skin.
This is new to me too. Intimacy after the physical act of sex. I wasn抰 a jerk about it, but I definitely never stuck around to snuggle with anyone else afterward.
揝ophie and Nadia like you,?she tells me.
揟hey didn抰 judge me for falling asleep like an old man??
I feel her laugh reverberate against my cheek. 揘o. They both work a lot too. Plus, you don抰 look like an old man, so that helps.?
揑s that a compliment, Red??I tease, tilting my head back so I can see her face.
揕ike you don抰 know I think you抮e hot.?
揑 like it when you say it.?
揊ine. You抮e hot, okay??
I smile. 揙kay.?
揝ophie wants to get set up with Oliver. She抯 planning to break up with Kyle.?
揝he抎 be better off sticking with the surgeon.?
Scarlett raises a brow. 揥hy??
揜emember when you asked about me and Candace??
揧eah.?
揜emember what I said??
揌oly shit. Seriously??
揧ep.?I pop the P. 揗y dad is going to find out梚f he doesn抰 know already梐nd I抣l get stuck in the middle.?
揥ow.?She hesitates. 揅an I ask you something? Totally unrelated to the whole Oliver sleeping with your stepmother drama. I抳e just been meaning to.?
揧eah, sure.?
揟he other night, Asher mentioned your desk. How you don抰 like other people touching it. Why??
揗aybe I just don抰 like people touching my stuff,?I tease.
揑s that why??
I exhale. 揘o. It was my mom抯 desk. She came from money too. Her family had a shipping business. She inherited it and handled a lot of the work梙ad her own office in the house and everything. My dad sold the company after she died. At the time, I thought he was being callous. Now厰 I look over at her. 揘ow, I think the reminders might have hurt too much.?
There抯 a long stretch of silence between us. 揥ould you sell Haute??
Talk about a loaded question. And it抯 so Scarlett. Testing my feelings for her by discussing business. 揘o,?I reply. 揑 wouldn抰。？
She holds my gaze, but I can feel how much she wants to look away. I can tell what she thinks I抦 saying.
揑 would make sure it thrived because I think that抯 what you would want. My father is a coward when it comes to his feelings. I wouldn抰 try to forget. I would fight like hell to remember.?
I抳e never seen Scarlett cry. She doesn抰 now, but there抯 a sheen covering her hazel eyes that suggests she might be close to it. Her hand is still in my hair, and she uses it to tug me closer, until our lips are just a few breaths apart.
揑 wouldn抰 sell either,?she whispers, before she kisses me.