4. Viper #2
I throw money on the table and help her into her jacket, trying not to think about all the ways I want to take it back off her.
The ride back feels longer than it should, tension crackling between us. By the time we reach the cabin, I'm wound so tight I might snap.
“Viper,” she says as we climb the porch steps.
“Yeah?”
She turns to face me. “About last night…I keep thinking about it. About you.”
That's all it takes. I close the distance between us in two strides. Her eyes go wide, pupils dilating.
“Tell me to stop,” I growl against her ear.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
Capturing her mouth with mine, I kiss her, harder and hungrier than last night. She responds immediately, her hands fisting in my jacket, pulling me closer. I lift her against the door, grinding into her, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
Her back hits the door, her breath catches, and I swear I’ve never wanted anyone like this in my life.
I capture her mouth, kiss her hard, and she melts against me, soft and warm and open.
My hands are on her hips, sliding down to lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
But as I start to kiss her neck, something tugs in the back of my mind. I slow, press my forehead to hers, breathing heavily.
“Jean,” I rasp.
She opens her eyes, blinking up at me.
“We need to talk for a second.”
She freezes. “Is this the part where you change your mind?”
“Hell no,” I say, smiling despite the heat still rushing through me. “Just… before this goes any further. I want to be straight with you.”
I set her down gently on the porch, keeping one arm around her waist.
“I haven’t been with anyone in fifteen years. Not since I got sober. I got tested; I’m clean. No risks. But I didn’t bring anything with me. And I want to make sure we’re on the same page.”
She stares at me, then lets out a shaky breath. “Wow.”
“Too much?” I ask, rubbing the back of my neck.
“No.” She steps in close again, her hands resting on my chest. “Just... I really appreciate you saying that. I’m on the Pill, and I haven’t been with anyone in a long time either. Years. Not since my last relationship ended.”
“Anyone hurt you?” I ask, voice low.
“Not physically. Just... left me feeling like I didn’t matter.”
I don’t even hesitate. “You matter to me. So damn much.”
Her gaze shifts, softening, and for a moment I catch the raw, unguarded part of her, stripped bare for me to see. “Thank you.”
I kiss her again, past the point of caring where we are. All I know is I need more. I need her .
She moans into my mouth, and it shoots straight through me, hot and sharp. I break the kiss.
“Inside,” I say, but my body has other ideas.
She nods, breathless, and I carry her down from the door, but instead of going inside, I veer left, toward the deck.
The hot tub steams in the cool air, tucked beneath a slanted awning and surrounded by pine trees. The scent of cedar and damp earth mixes with her perfume, and it makes my restraint snap.
Her back brushes the edge of the tub as I set her down gently on the side. She watches me, lips parted, full tits heaving, cheeks flushed. She’s so fucking gorgeous I can only stare at her. Then I unzip my jacket, letting it fall, and tug her jacket from her shoulders, tossing it aside.
“We’re doing this out here?” she whispers, eyes flicking toward the trees.
I lean in, brushing my mouth over her jaw, down to the hollow of her throat. “We are. Nobody for miles…”
I kiss her again, slower this time, letting it build.
My hands move over her, sliding under her sweater, finding bare skin.
She’s soft everywhere, her curves made to fit against me.
I sink to my knees in front of her, looking up as I push her sweater and bra up, exposing her tits to the cool night air and the heat of my mouth.
Her pink nipples pebble as I lick slowly around each one, then push them together, taking them into my mouth and flicking them with my tongue. She gasps, tangling her fingers in my hair.
I take my time, worshipping her with my hands and tongue, until she’s squirming, begging, her voice high and breathy.
“Viper… please?—”
“Get your clothes off and get that gorgeous ass in the tub,” I growl, standing and pulling my shirt off. I unbuckle my leather pants and her eyes trace every inch of me like she wants to memorize it.
“ Now, Red .”
She obeys instantly, stripping off, and I drink in the beauty of her curvy body.
The warm water is lapping at her thighs, and I follow, pulling her into my lap, my cock jutting out.
My hands slide over her smooth, wet skin as I find her mouth again, and then lower, teasing, testing, claiming.
She arches as I stroke her clit, moaning softly.
She straddles me in the tub, water lapping around her waist, hair damp with steam, cheeks flushed, pupils dark. She looks like a goddess rising from the water.
“Jesus, Jean.” My voice comes out hoarse. “You’re gonna wreck me.”
Her hips shift over mine, slow and deliberate, and I feel it; how ready she is, how fucking slick, even under the water. My cock throbs, begging for her pussy.
I grip her waist. “I need you. Now.”
“Fuck me.”
That’s all I need.
I lift her slightly, hands under her juicy ass, and guide her down, slowly. She’s so fucking tight around me as I push inside.
She gasps, fingers digging into my shoulders. “Oh my god…”
Every muscle in my body locks down, holding back the urge to just take . She’s tight, warm, gripping me like she was made for me. I groan into her mouth as she starts to move, rocking her hips with a rhythm that’s pure perfection.
The water swirls around us, but I barely notice. All I feel is her; soft skin, panting breath, the way her body opens for me like it’s been waiting.
She leans back slightly, hands braced on my chest, riding me deeper. I grip her hips, guiding her, my jaw clenched tight to keep from losing it too soon.
“Fuck me…” she moans, and hearing that on her lips damn near breaks me.
“Say it again,” I growl.
She does. Over and over. Whispering it, until my control snaps and I lift her, taking control, driving into her harder, deeper. The hot tub sloshes, water splashing over the edge, but neither of us cares.
Her cries rise with every thrust. She’s close, clenching around me, her nails biting into my back.
“Come for me,” I rasp. “I want to hear you scream my name when you come.”
She stiffens, head thrown back, body arching, calling out my name as she comes hard, her tight little pussy clenching over and over, gripping my cock.
That’s all it takes. I follow with a groan, hips jerking as I come deep inside her, holding her close. She collapses against me, breathless, and I wrap my arms around her, letting the water settle, letting my pulse slow.
For a long moment, we don’t speak. Only hold each other in the steam, hearts pounding. And I know I’m not letting her go.
Not now. Not ever .