Red Roses & Red Flags [ONC 2023]

Chapter 5

Two more red flags occurred before Wilder and I had sex.

In his defense, they were not the first time I experienced these toxic traits. Multiple men in my past did similar things to me. Why did I always pick guys like this? I was much too forgiving.

His apartment was like every typical bachelor apartment I have been in. The sink was full of dishes. Beer cans littered the counters and coffee table, and the faint smell of cigarettes and weed.

Wilder grabbed my hips and pushed me against the wall. My hands went up to his hard chest. His lips were soon on mine as he pinned me to the wall. My thighs clenched, and my core ached. Most girls dream of being thrown against the wall by a man before making out.

His lips were hungry against mine. His teeth nibbled at my bottom lip. I moaned as he caressed his tongue with mine. The sound of my pleasure fueled Wilder even more. He moved his hands off my hips, slid them onto my ass, and squeezed. Pressing himself into me, I could feel his hardness through his jeans.

"You have such an amazing body," Wilder said between kisses.

He trailed his lips off mine and down my neck. I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath as wetness pooled between my thighs. Grabbing my wrist, he pulled my hand off his chest before taking a handful of my breast. He was rough as he tried to squeeze my nipple through my bra.

I barely knew this man. Why was I doing this? I was perfectly aware that going to Wilder's apartment meant that we would have sex. My body wanted this, but my brain knew better. Unfortunately, my mind did not win.

"I can't wait to rip this dress off you," he said.

"There is a zipper," I said.

Wilder chuckled. His head was still in the crook of my neck. Did I just say something dumb and embarrassing? Of course, I did.

What would Cammie say about this? Would she be angry that I would have sex with Roy's brother? This probably would not turn into a relationship, but what if it did?

Wilder's fingers grazed along the bare skin of my thigh. My wetness was seeping through my underwear. He rubbed along my clit, and my body shuddered. He knew where to find the clitoris. Was that a red flag or a green flag?

"I can't wait to fuck you," Wilder said.

Pushing past my underwear, he rubbed his finger along my lit. My juices coated his fingers, and the heat rushed to my face. He had such a strong effect on me. Was the feeling mutual?

My hand reached out and grabbed his bulge. Wilder groaned. Rubbing him through his jeans, he closed his eyes and rolled his head back. A small smile crept on my lips. He was attracted to me.

Wilder grabbed my wrist and yanked me forward. Pulling me through a small hallway, he brought me into his bedroom. His bed was a mess of sheets tangled together with two thin pillows. I stumbled in my heels when he pushed me down onto the bed.

I backed up on the mattress as Wilder crawled on top of me. Taking his hat off his head, I could see his thick dark hair. He grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head. My jaw dropped as I looked at his defined chest. He had black and grey tattoos across his body that matched the patchwork on his arm. I always found tattoos sexy. I was just too scared of the pain to get one myself.

Wilder smirked because of my shock. He ran his hand along his toned pec. Was he going to be disappointed when he saw my body?

"Are you on birth control?" he asked.

"What?" I asked, distracted by his body.

"Are you on birth control?"

I shook my head. Wilder sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Go on birth control," he said.

Red flag number fifteen: he tells you to go on birth control.

Any man that would tell you what to do with your body was bad news. That should have been my cue to leave. The ache in my core convinced me to stay.

"Do you have condoms?" I asked.

"I don't like using them," he said.

"But I'm not on birth control."

"I am not using a condom."

Red flag number sixteen: he refuses to use protection.

I bit down on my lip. I would have liked to think that I was a person that thought with what was between my ears and not with what was between my thighs. Sadly, I was mistaken and allowed my urges to take over.

"What do you want to do then?" I asked.

"I'll just pull out," he said. "I won't cum in you."

"Are you sure?"

Why was I entertaining this idea?

"Trust me," he said.

Trust him? I could not trust him, but I could not find my mind. I was desperate for Wilder to fuck me.

I nodded. His smirk grew wider as he reached for the zipper on the front of my costume. Aware of how ugly my underwear was, I tried to cover myself with my hands. He took my wrists and pinned them above my head on the bed.

"So fucking gorgeous," he said.

I looked down at the tattoos on his shoulder. It was impossible to stare into his beautiful blue eyes. If I did, I would burst into nervous giggles, ruining the atmosphere.

Wilder held onto my wrists with one hand. His other hand roamed over my body, and goosebumps broke out across my skin. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his soft touch. It was much more gentle than I anticipated.

He slipped his hand under my underwear and dipped two fingers into my core. My eyes widened as I moaned. Feeling myself stretch caused pressure to build in my body. Instinctively, I tried to close my thighs, but his body was in the way.

He stopped pumping his fingers in and out. I rolled my hips, trying to continue to build the pressure in my sex. If he did it a little longer, I would be able to cum. A man has not given me an orgasm in a long time.

"What do you want?" he asked.

I was never good at dirty talk, but my mind was foggy. The words came out of my mouth without me thinking.

"I want you to fuck me," I said.

Wilder chuckled.

"Soon," he said. "But not yet. I am having too much fun with your body."