She was the girl I use to bully. That was until she captured my heart.
Still relevantly new in a relationship, I can't keep my hands off of her. My Red was addicting. Forever addicting.
Now, we're in college with a imperial distance between us.
No...
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I cried out, slapping my palm to cover my mouth as I tried to control the sounds that were slipping past my lips in a low murmur. I can not help but scream as his tongue slides inside of me, reaching out and seizing hold of his thick, blond hair.
"Fuck, baby," he growls between my thighs. "Those little sounds...mmm, get's me so fucking hard."
A shudder runs through me, the ache building to an intensity that has me on edge. It's crazy how he makes me feel. He brings out a daring side in me with every kiss, touch, and word.
I want him right now.
No. I need him right now. Inside me.
His grip on my thighs tightened as I moved my hips, grinding against his face. I threw my head back, and his teeth nipped at the tender bud gently. I was definitely a sticky mess.
"Soaking me."
"Mercer," I whimper, tugging at his hair. "I need you."
Mercer stares up at me, the intensity in them just about brings me to my knees. The silent message that passes from me to him is clear. His hypnotizing blue orbs turn cloudy, so dark that I believe I am making way for something I won't be able to go back on.
"Red."
"I promise you, I don't mind it. I want this."
It wasn't a lie. There was a side of me that wanted to be reckless. I just hoped he'd be reckless with me too. There's nothing that we do in the next moment that will risk any surprises.
"Are you sure?"
My hand moves, and my thumb finds his lips, which are slick with my juices.
"Yes."
It happens so quickly. My legs were thrown over Mercer's shoulders and now they were wrapped tightly around his waist as he pinned my body to the fence with his own. His lips are mine, taking and taking. He owned every inch of me as I fumbled with the buckle of his belt.
Without breaking away, Mercer pushes his pants and briefs down in one go. I can't help but moan at the sensation of the blunt head rubbing against my wet folds, which results in more moisture.
"This side of you, Red..." he trails off, followed by a groan. "I like it."
He doesn't wait another second and I'm thankful for it. A moan escapes from both of us as he slowly, pushes inside me, stretching me.
My lips part in an 'O' with each slow movement he gives me. This is the second time we've done this without a condom and the skin-to-skin feeling feels so intimate and makes me feel impossibly closer to him. Something grips me, tearing from my flesh to the touch of my bones. This feeling inside me grows into something deeper, darker, and so intensely possessive.
Mercer was mine and only mine.
"Fuck, Red," he rasps, rolling his hips until his cock is fully inside me.
