4. Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Levi
"You aren't wearing underwear?" I growl. My fake nonchalance dissolves, giving way to my loosely veiled lust. Suddenly the idea of kidnapping her and taking her to my cabin is no longer funny.
I'm a future felon.
Scarlett rolls her eyes, and her face flashes with annoyance, but I don't miss the way she swallows hard. Or the hitch in her voice when she responds. "Nope."
All my self-control is slipping, but I no longer give a fuck. My hand is on her waist before I even know what I'm doing, and I push her against the wall. She lets out a gasp, her chest heaving as she stares at me. Her green eyes darken with lust, and her mouth opens slightly.
"Who did you want to run into without your panties tonight, Little Red?" My voice is low, and I nuzzle up her neck as she turns to the side giving me better access. I close my eyes as her sweet almond scent invades my nostrils.
"You," she breathes, and I pull back. I want to memorize every feature on her perfect face. The curve of her mouth, the freckles near her nose.
And then, her mouth is on mine, and we devour each other. The taste of cherries from the lollipop she tortured me with invades my mouth, and it's like catnip.
Catnip for a lion.
For once, I take zero time to think about the consequences as I explore her incredible body. No thought, when I lick up her chest and suck on the soft skin of her neck, her small gasp in my ear. No thought as I squeeze her full ass and bring her curvy body closer to me. No thought at all , when I grind my hard cock against her stomach.
Scarlett's beautiful moans egg me on. I run my hand up her smooth thigh and under the skirt of her dress, desperate to see if she's telling me the truth, but she stops me in my tracks.
"Levi, someone will see," Scarlett pants. When I pull back, she shimmies my shirt free from my pants and runs her hands up my back. Her fingernails dig into my skin. She isn't asking me to stop. She just doesn't want anyone to see us. I rear back and look frantically up and down the hallway.
I spot a closet a few feet to my right and kiss Scarlett hard, turning her down the hall. My tongue clashes with hers in a sordid tangle that has my already hard cock straining against the zipper of my pants. I walk Scarlett backward, feeling for the doorknob with one hand as I grip her toward me with my other, like if I break the connection between our bodies, this moment will all disappear into a puff of smoke.
Finally, I twist the knob and shove us both into the larger than expected supply closet. There's room for a small sink and a few shelves of products, but otherwise, it's empty. And private.
Scarlett's hands tug at my sport coat. She breaks our kiss to push it over my shoulders, and I shrug out of it, letting it drop to the floor, before I seek out her lips again. She's already halfway done with my shirt buttons when I whip my belt to the side. My pants are pitched straight out, my dick seeking her, begging to be buried in her sweet, wet pussy. I lick my lips. I need to taste her first.
"Levi." Scarlett says my name on a soft breath, stopping for a moment to run her hands up the hard lines of my biceps. I let her explore my chest and arms for a moment more, and then I push her against the wall as I drop to my knees in front of her.
Scarlett tugs her dress up over her shapely hips, widening her legs as I lick and suck along her soft skin in a path to her core. Her arousal coats the tops of her thighs, and I dive in to get a taste, edging my tongue close to where she wants me. She rewards me with a whimper.
"Is this all for me, Little Red?" I ask, and she looks down at me. Her chest heaves, and then she nods quickly. "Yes. All for me," I whisper and bury my face in her core.
Scarlett lets out a pretty little moan when I find her clit, and I'm desperate to make her say my name. Her fingers thread into my hair, and she tugs me against her, like she's holding me in place. I chuckle softly as I dip my tongue into the warmth of her pussy, savoring every last drop of her arousal for me.
I'm not going anywhere.
"Levi, please," Scarlett begs, and I lift her leg up and over my shoulder so I can get a better angle. Her desperate, throaty murmur tells me I've found a good spot, and I continue flicking my tongue against her hard nub as I bring my fingers to her warm, throbbing pussy. I coat my finger in her arousal, thrusting into her core.
"Oh god, yes!" She writhes against me, chasing the sensation and I pull out, plunging two fingers back in as she moans. I pump in and out of her, circling her clit with my tongue, and then, as her throbbing pussy starts to clamp down, I suck on the little bundle of nerves that give her so much pleasure. She explodes in my mouth. Her soft cries are muffled as she buries her face in her arm to smother the noise, and I desperately wish I could swallow the sound instead.
I ride out her orgasm, placing a kiss against her sensitive pussy as I make a silent vow to visit more often.
I gently lower Scarlett's leg to the ground and stand. "Was that enough for you, Little Red?" I kiss up the soft curve of her stomach, eyeing her breasts still covered by the dark purple dress. "Or can you do another one?"
Scarlett gazes at me through half-lidded eyes, smiling when I use the childhood nickname. She bites her lip and pulls me toward her by the waistband of my pants. "More. I want to see what my big bad wolf is working with."
I chuckle. Her use of the word "my" sends endorphins shooting throughout my body.
Why am I doing this? I don't want a dirty fuck in the closet. I want to make love to her in my bed...for the rest of our lives. But then she flashes me a sexy smile, and I'm willing to give her anything she needs. Even if it's twenty minutes with me in a closet instead of forever.
Unbuttoning the top of my pants, I lower my zipper, and she reaches for me. Scarlett tugs my pants and underwear to the floor and frees my hard cock. She wraps her fist around me and pumps twice. I close my eyes. Her soft, warm hand grips me, and she uses her thumb to spread the dripping precum over the tip as I jerk forward involuntarily.
I place my forehead against hers, looking down between us as I watch her jerk me off. The precum beading at the tip of my dick begs for her, much like my pathetic love-sick soul.
Scarlett pulls back slightly, lifting one long leg up around my waist, as she notches me at her entrance. Her warm, wet pussy taunts me, but I'm not ready yet. I kiss her neck, reaching behind her to unzip the back of her dress. Her perfect breasts fall free as I pull the front of her dress down, and I've gone to heaven.
I lean forward, sucking first one nipple, then the next into my mouth, torn between worshiping the incredible tits displayed before me, or claiming her as mine like I've dreamed for over ten years.
Scarlett makes the decision for me, as she whispers one word into my ear. "Levi."
I plunge into her in one long thrust, and we both groan from the sensation. We stay still, panting as she gets used to me. I pull out slightly, desperate to claim her, but I want to make sure she's ready for me.
"Oh, god. Yes." Scarlett finds her voice first, as I thrust back in again. Her tight walls clench around me, throbbing, begging me to come home. I lift her leg higher, trying to get as deep as I can as I fuck the love of my life against the wall. Our bodies writhe against one another, our hips meeting again and again as we desperately seek our pleasure. Scarlett rolls her hips against me, trying to get more friction at the awkward angle.
"Darling, this is going to work a lot better if you let me take over." Scarlett squeals as I wrap both her legs around my waist and bounce her higher against the wall. She grips my shoulders as I snap my hips forward. Holding her up with both hands, I dig my fingers into her round ass, plunging in and out of her with ease. When she realizes I'm not going to drop her, not even close, she relaxes, locking her hands behind my neck as she holds on for the ride.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she chants, her voice hoarse. "Oh, god, Levi." My name on her lips makes me feral, and I thrust into her at a punishing speed as she bounces against me with labored breaths.
"Why do you hate me?" Scarlett grits out before moaning with pleasure. Her head lolls against the wall, her large tits shaking with each thrust.
"Hate you?" My words come out labored. "Everything I said in my letter is still true, Scarlett."
"What let—?" I shift, and Scarlett whimpers, mumbling incoherently as I hit the perfect spot at a new angle.
"Is that where you like it, baby? When you come, I want you to be as loud as you want." Her deep sighs of pleasure bring me to the edge quickly. My balls tighten, and I'm close, but I need her to come with me.
"My hands are busy, Red. I need you to rub your clit for me. Show me how you like it." I plead with her, frantically trying to hold off my orgasm until she's close.
Her fingers fly to her sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing tight circles, and she moans long and low. I circle my hips and snap forward to get the angle she likes, and her whole body tenses. Then she comes undone, her pussy clenching around me like a vice as she moans loudly.
I can't hold back any longer. I thrust once, twice, and then, when I imagine my cum, messy and hot spread across her full tits, I explode. I bottom out inside her and circle my hips as much as possible as her tremors continue around me. I'm intent on drawing out her pleasure for as long as possible, until eventually, she stills. Panting, I hold her against the wall and bury my face between her breasts with soft kisses.
"Oh, god. Thank you," I whisper, and Scarlett lets out a throaty chuckle.
"No, thank you." She kisses the top of my head, and I gently lower her to the ground, letting her get the feeling in her legs before I step back.
My brain is scrambled, and I can't put my thoughts into words.
I'm in love with you.
You're mine now.
I hope you're not on birth control.
"Fuck. This was not supposed to happen," I blurt out, shaking my head as I pull back from the woman I love. Our first time should have been in my bed.
I look up at Scarlett and try to communicate my emotions without words, but all my hopes are dashed within a split second as her green eyes fill with tears. I realize too late what I said. Or what she thinks I said.
"Scarlett. No, I-I don't regr—" I begin, but she cuts me off.
"No, you're right. This was a mistake." Her voice wobbles, and she wipes away a tear. "I have to go," she says sharply, straightening her dress as she darts out the door.
Her zipper is still fully down in the back, and I reach for her. "Scarlett," I call after her, trying to catch her quickly, but my pants are wrapped around my legs, and when I turn, my underwear locks my feet together. I plunge headfirst to the floor. By the time I disentangle myself and stand up, the hallway is empty, and I have to quickly duck back into the closet when I hear voices coming my way.
Shit. I dress as fast as I can, but then a ping comes through on my phone, and I remember I have to meet the guys at McGurdy's. I told them I was buying the first round.
For a split second, I thought we both wanted more.
Does she really think this was a mistake?