Chapter 11
eleven
Denver
The glorious woman in front of me is so fucking stunning. I was still a little undecided if I should come or not, yet here I am.
I knew going to this club would result in what is about to happen right now. What I didn’t expect is how mouth-watering Adi looks out on the dance floor.
I told myself I’d go tonight, but only to make sure she was safe. To watch over her, just as Daryl had asked me to. I take everything I do seriously, but this? This is taking things to a whole new level.
When I saw how those men were looking at her, trying to dance with her, touch what’s mine, I saw red. My Red.
She’s goregous no matter what she’s wearing, hell, she’d look fantastic in a brown paper bag, but her dress, it should be fucking illegal.
“You think you can wear this dress and expect me to keep my hands to myself?” I mutter as she curls her hands in my hair and I press up against her. She’s so damn soft and warm, exquisite.
Her hands squeeze my biceps and I groan at her touch.
She smiles against my mouth. “I wore it with you in mind.”
“Did you now?”
“What did you call it? A slutty little dress?”
“You’ll have to forgive me. Sometimes my mouth runs away with me when I’m emblazoned by a beautiful woman.”
“I like being a slut for you,” she mumbles as we kiss once more.
I want to touch her, really I do, but consent is key, and this is Adelaide, not some chick I picked up in a bar.
As if sensing my dilemma, she says, “Hands on me, D. This won’t work if you continue to grope the wall.”
I smile against her soft lips. She’s a cheeky little thing, too. I grind my cock into her lower stomach and she gasps. “You feel that, baby girl?”
She nods, biting her lower lip. “Y-yes.”
“That’s how hard I am after I watched you on the dance floor.” I cup her tits. They don’t even fit into my hands. How fucking glorious. I lean down, pressing my mouth against one nipple through the fabric of her dress. “No bra, beautiful?”
“Not even any double-sided tape,” she tells me triumphantly.
“Dirty little girl.” I move to her other breast, wanting to take my time and not rip this fucking dress to smithereens. That would be a damn shame.
Her hands in my hair are driving me wild. I never knew I liked that until now. “Please, Denver, I need your mouth on me.”
“Where, Adi? Where do you need it?”
I hover over her stomach, planting kisses all over her. “Everywhere.”
“I think you can do better than that.”
She cups one breast over my hand. “Here.”
I pull the tube part of the dress down. She’s still covered by the black mesh, but I see her for the first time. Her tits are a goddamn work of art. I suck her once more through the material, palming the other nipple as she groans. “Where else?”
“Between my legs, b-but you don’t have to…” She groans once more as I cup her there.
“Don’t be shy now, Adi. I know that’s not who you are.”
“I-I’m not being shy.”
“Say it then. Where else do you want me to touch you?”
“My pussy.”
I work my way down to my knees and press my face between her thighs as she parts her legs wider. “I’ve been wondering how sweet you taste since I first saw you in the bar.”
“Jesus, you talk dirty, too?”
“I don’t just talk dirty, I play dirty.” I slide her dress up, her black panties coming into view as I kneel before her. “Holy fucking shit. You sure you’re not sent down from heaven just to torture me?”
“Denver,” she cries when I kiss her over the material. I love teasing her, it could become my new pastime.
I look up at her. “Have you thought about me doing this?”
“Uh huh.”
I grin. “How wet are you for me?”
“So wet.” Her breathing is labored already and I’ve barely even touched her.
I love dragging on the anticipation. I want her slippery as fuck.
I pull her panties to one side and swallow hard at the sight before me. “So fucking pretty,” I mutter, parting her with my fingers as I lick her, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
She squirms, her hands gripping me tighter. “Oh god, oh god…”
I play with her clit with the edge of my tongue, then suck her lips either side, groaning at the taste. “So fucking sweet, baby girl, just like I knew you’d be.”
I lave her all over. Eating pussy is my specialty, and she is too delicious to not devour.
Feeling how wet she is, I slide a finger inside her and she cries out.
So responsive. It makes my dick rock hard.
I lave her again with my tongue, fingering her tight pussy until she’s writhing against the wall, panting that she’s coming.
I look up as she tilts her head back and then she comes all over my tongue, crying my name on a strangled garble.
So glorious is the sight that I almost shoot my load in my pants.
I need better access to her body. Standing, I lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist.
We kiss, and she tries to undo my shirt frantically. I chuckle. “So eager to get me naked, beautiful?”
“Oh, you bet,” she whispers. “I’m dying to see you in all your glory.”
I kick the door open to my bedroom, but head over to the chair, not the bed. Bodhi is with my sister because I told her I’d be finishing late after a double shift and was going out. Abby was more than happy to have a sleepover.
“Holy shit, you have a sex sofa?” she laughs. “In your fucking bedroom?”
I grin, placing her down on top of it. “Can’t exactly keep it at the firehouse.”
“Ha-ha.” She licks her lips, watching me as I undo the rest of the buttons on my shirt. “You are full of surprises, D.”
“Am I?”
She gives me a slight chin lift, her eyes devouring me as I undress. “All of it, your pants, too.”
I grin. “Bossy much?”
I do as she says, stripping quickly, yanking my boots off, then my socks, then lastly my jeans and jocks. She gapes at my cock as I grip it in my palm.
“Of course,” she mutters.
I sheath myself, glancing down. “Of course, what?”
“You’re hung like a damn horse.”
I chuckle. Moving toward her. I have no shame in my body, and I want her to see me touching myself. Making her aware of exactly what she does to me is half the pleasure.
“How do I get this dress off without ruining it?”
“The zipper at the back,” she whispers.
I move around her and find it easily, lowering it all the way down. She peels it off until she’s standing just in her panties. Her tits are huge, as I expected them to be, naturally heavy and fucking perfect. She is perfect.
I cup one breast as I push her gently backward so she’s lying down, half upright, just like the chair allows. Then I cup the other, straddling her, lowering my head as I suck her nipple, rolling the other with my forefinger and thumb.
“Jesus, these are exquisite.” I take my fill, pulling, plucking and kissing until she’s grabbing my ass, her hands all over me.
“That feels amazing,” she breathes.
“Not done with you yet, Princess, but I’ve got something in mind, if you’ll hear me out?”
I fondle her, hovering over the top of her body as she nods willingly. “Y-yes.”
“Good.” I pull her up, then we switch positions so I’m the one laying down, and she’s on top. “You’re gonna slide over the top of me, pussy facing me, your legs over my head on the headrest, then put your hands back like this so you don’t fall.” I demonstrate. Effectively, she’s gonna ride my face.
“Holy shit,” she murmurs. “How do I, uh, get up there without crushing you, or smothering you to death?”
I grin. “You won’t. Just straddle me, then slide toward me and I’ll do the rest, but first you can take those panties off.”
She stands on either side of the chair, then slides them down her legs, lifting each foot until she’s discarded them, then she sits back down. I lean up to kiss her. “Do you like your pussy being played with, baby?”
She nods, almost looking shy again. I find this fascinating because she’s definitely not submissive out of the bedroom. I’m in no means a dom, in fact, I get off on her pleasure.
“I do, but most guys don’t give it this much attention before the main event.”
“That’s because you’ve clearly only been with selfish assholes.”
“I can attest to that.”
“I can eat pussy all fucking night, Princess, especially when it’s this sweet.” I give her a chin lift. “Lean your hands back.” I spread my legs, giving her room. Once she’s done that and she’s leaning back, I grab her hips and hoist them up to my face, her legs folding over my head.
“Oh, wow,” she whispers. “This is so, uh, erotic, D, and you seem like such a straight shooter.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. Now hang on…”
I blow on her pussy and she wiggles around, then I dive in, holding her thighs apart as I eat like a starving man.
She groans, moving her hips to the same rhythm of my tongue, falling apart over and over again as I make her come.
Jesus, if she could see herself now. She’s so damn perfect.
I tease her pussy, flicking it faster and faster under she’s crying out so loud, I’m sure the whole building can hear. That only makes me wanna do it more.
I spear her with my tongue, my cock straining so hard I could come right here, right now.
“Denver!” she cries. “Ohhh, that right there, don’t stop, don’t stop, baby. Oh!”
I lap her up, rubbing my chin over her sensitive clit as she hisses. I’m not clean shaven, so I’m as gentle as I can be.
“Again!” she demands.
“That’s my girl,” I mutter. “You tell me when you don’t want me to stop and I won’t.”
“Don’t ever stop.” She rides my face and it’s such a sexy fucking position.
She’s completely at my mercy. I revel in sending her over the edge until her thighs are shaking and she’s panting like she just ran a marathon.
I slide her down, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“You have no idea how incredible you are, do you?”
She’s panting, her hair wild, her lipstick smudged, just how I envisioned. “Your turn,” she breathes.
Before I can shift, she’s between my legs, taking my dick in her hot little hand, her ass in the air as I take her in in all her glory. I don’t even have time to hitch a breath before her tongue licks my tip and I brace, gripping the sides of the chair with an iron grasp. Oh, fuck yes.
She slides both hands onto my cock and starts to move them up and down. “Two hands,” she mutters in between kisses and licks. “It takes two fucking hands.”
I push her hair back so I can see her face. “You can take it.”
“I fucking hope so.”
I watch in fascination as she takes my cock farther into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she begins to blow me.
I didn’t expect her to reciprocate, but I’m also not complaining.
Adi works her magic as I hiss, my jaw clenches because I don’t want to come down her goddamn throat.
I would like to come all over those giant tits though, marking them as mine.
“Fuck, Adi,” I moan, my eyes closing, savoring every moment.
I love it when I open my eyes again and she looks up at me.
“You keep doing that and I’m not gonna last much longer. ”
“Do it,” she breathes. “I want to taste you.”
“Baby—”
“I mean it, it’s only fair.”
My fiery redhead is certainly finding her voice in the bedroom, and I’m here for it. “Only if I can paint those tits.”
I open my eyes and they lock onto hers. “Denver,” she whispers. “That is so hot.”
I’m about to answer, but then she takes all of me into the back of her throat and I’m lost. My balls tighten and then I’m coming.
One hand grips her hair as I give it to her, then I let go—and like the good girl she is, she shifts so her tits are right in front of my cock, holding them together, and paint them with my cum.
I stare at what I’ve just done to her, feeling no regret or remorse. Oh, I’m just getting started.
I reach out, palming them both as I rub my release all over them. I take two of my fingers into her mouth and tell her to suck. She complies.
I lean forward, suckling her nipple hard and she cries out. I don’t have an aversion to tasting myself, but this is so much more than that.
I’m not an asshole, and I’m also not a control freak, but Adelaide Wilder is mine.
There ain’t no two ways about it.